Over the past several months, as Amariah has gotten old enough to effectively tag along with Abel, the two of them have become the best of friends. Sure, they still pick on each other as siblings do (and usually it is little Amariah playing the role of antagonist), but lately more of their time is spent working together than otherwise. Thus, Travis and I have started referring to them as The “A” Team.
The teamwork all started (at least noticeably so) one day shortly after Christmas when I decided to dress them in like sweatshirts which had been a gift from their great-grandparents. Something about the uniformity of their clothing that day seemed to really bring them together and all day, without pause for foul or penalty or timeout, they were playing on the same team.
Since that day, the teamwork has continued both on and off the court–though sometimes enacted in opposition to the coach’s call (like last night when together they took off mindlessly running around a bedding display in Bed Bath & Beyond)–and has brought much joy to my heart. Some recent snapshots from their playbook include (and I wish I had pictures for all of them…)
Play #1: Abel loves to help his Sissy go up and down the stairs… and she loves to let him.
Play #2: I often find Abel distributing snacks to himself and Amariah since she isn’t quite capable of getting her own.
Play #4: When Abel and Amariah wake up in the mornings, they always wait for each other and come into Mommy and Daddy’s room together (often with Abel helping to carry whatever doll or blanket it is that Amariah has “chosen” for the day).
Play #5: When the paper comes on Wednesday mornings, Abel usually gets the privilege of running out to get it. This morning he and Amariah dutifully fulfilled the task together, hand-in-hand.
Abel was sitting on the couch when Amariah suddenly walked up to him and laid her head down between his legs. As he put his hands on her head, I asked, “What is Sissy doing?” Abel replied, “Sissy wants to get on my lap.” Right on cue, Amariah then crawled up onto the little space of couch in front of Abel’s body and proceeded to lay her head on her big brother’s shoulder. As Abel lovingly wrapped his arms around her body and gently patted her on the back, I sat almost astounded at the genuine display of love between 2- and 1-year old brother and sister.
My little “A” Team. They don’t just work together. They love each other. And what a blessing that is to a coach’s mother’s heart.