“Being siblings means being there for each other.”
I recently thought that the loveliest example of sibling kindness I ever observed was when I spent time with my granddaughters, Em and Miah. This was during our days together in Chicago.
The young women were kind and thoughtful with each other. They walked down the street arm in arm. One would never guess that they’d ever spent some of their younger years discussing, at great volume, who was “borrowing” someone’s clothes without permission. Their mother assures me that they went through a normal phase.
Everyone should be blessed with such a family bond. I thought it was the most beautiful sibling relationship I’d ever witnessed. And then we got our new cats who showed me another kind of kindness.
Lucy and Jim, aka Fred, recently joined our family. They are aged five and, as hoped for, lap cats. Once they even managed to get both their bodies onto my lap at the same time. Jim squeezed in and Lucy allowed him to join her without any fuss.
A few days later Jim arrived first on my lap and Lucy tried twice to insert herself but couldn’t quite figure out the logistics of such a move. Discouraged, Lucy curled up on the floor. Jim, seeing her there alone, jumped off my lap and set himself down next to her. “I’m here for you,” he seemed to be saying.
A lot of the time when they’re awake, which is not a lot of the time, they’re often in the same room with me. The other day it was the kitchen. Lucy noticed that it was possible to see squirrels right outside one of the kitchen widows. She called Jim over.
It was the highlight of their day. They are often the highlight of my day. Unless I’m with Em and Miah. Sorry cats.
Loveya – The Grandma
Artist, African hand drum student, yoga neophyte, and Grandmother of 22 or so grandchildren. I enjoy cooking and writing. I value good friends and quiet times for reading.