A sister is a little bit of childhood that can never be lost. ~Marion C. Garretty

I have siblings, three; all boys. I know what it means to have siblings. I do not know what it is like to have a sister. Sisters interact differently than brothers, they are emotional creatures. It is my greatest joy watching Tiny and Destructo interact. Tiny is pulling up and crawling like a champ which means she and Destructo are playing games like pick-a-boo and chase. Destructo finds new ways to “toughin” Tiny up either by pushing her off the bed or throwing a dodge ball at her face. The most amazing thing of all is watching the love develop between the girls.

I thought sibling love came at birth the way maternal love doe, but I was wrong. Destructo grew to care about Tiny. True Destructo knew what a baby was and how to help me with one but she didn’t care about Tiny until months after we brought her home. Every morning when Destructo hears Tiny we go get her together, she retrieves binkies or blankets, we sing songs when Tiny is fussy, we hug and kiss, and my favorite we play.

These two are as opposite as they come (this of course is my impression after 8 months of observation). Its probably better that way though, I couldn’t have done another Destructo!