The Sibling Bond

“You’re not my friend, Mommy,” Preston said one night as he was getting ready for bed.  “I’m not?!” I asked, flabbergasted that my three-year old would say such.  “No, you’re daddy’s friend,” he explained.  “You’re right, Preston.  Daddy is my best friend,” I said, feeling better about the direction of the conversation.  “And Emory is my best friend.”  My heart smiled. 

I’ve been told many times how fun it is to see your children relate to one another and become friends.  However, I have to admit that I didn’t expect it so soon.  Emory is eight months old, and she lights up as soon as she sees her big brother enter the room.  Preston makes a silly noise, and she giggles.  He smells her feet, and she thinks it’s funny. 






Preston delights in the fact that he is her favorite person.  He takes every opportunity to help feed Emory (getting food everywhere), or he brings her toys (perhaps so that he can take his own toy away from her).  When Emory gets fussy, we ask Preston to talk to her.  She generally calms down and starts smiling at him.  The sibling bond that they share is amazing. 



There is something about seeing your children play together that melts a mom’s heart.  I know they will have their moments that aren’t quite so “sweet,” but I pray the closeness that has started so early will carry on throughout their lives. 

 “The Lord has done great things for us and we are filled with joy.”  Psalm 126:3

Julie Swink is a Sr. Marketing Specialist for Texas Health Resources and mother of two.