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The Moment My Son Showed Me His Sister Will Be OK, Even After I'm Gone

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I’d consider myself to be a pretty easygoing, roll-with-the-punches kinda momma. But two things in particular just about do my head in: Potty training (for obvious reasons) and getting children out the door (especially in the winter). I’m always running late — I mean always — so the added nonsense of boots, coats, hats and mitts times two just about makes me wanna hibernate and call it a day.

Take this morning — my one day when both hooligans are at daycare and I get to actually work. Pip went up and down the stairs about 13 times, Noal refused to put his boots on the right feet, Pip didn’t want to wear mitts, and Noal kept distracting the whole process by singing to her, which she loved.


And right before I was about to get all outta sorts, they took me down a notch, like they always do, and showed me really what matters…

“Look, Momma, I can even kiss Pippy through the stairs.”

They kept kissing, Pip laughing each and every time, and Noal beaming proudly because he made his girls happy.


You’d think that would be enough of an emotional hug today, but oh no. Fate was not finished. Walking into daycare, Pip was a bit slower and having a hard time on the snow, so Noal kept pushing her along and holding her hand.


And in that moment when I took this sweet, sweet pic, it was as if this was them, 50 years from now. It was as if this was a glimpse of my sweet boy taking care of his sister, when my husband and I are gone. It was as if fate once again was showing me they have each other and everything will be OK.

P.S. Noal is the King of Time-Outs in our household, but Pippy always has to go sit beside him to make sure he’s OK.

This post originally appeared on Happy Soul Project.

Originally published: March 3, 2015
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