Who knew pretzel chips would be the core of our dinnertime conversation on Friday night …
While discussing our highs and lows, during Ashley’s turn, once again her day was full of only highs. Connor immediately jumped in saying, “There was a low at lunchtime, remember, Ash?”
She indeed had a low and it had to do with her pretzel chips.
Ashley said that during lunch that she had to use the restroom and asked a friend to watch her lunch box in her absence. But while she was gone, two girls allegedly snatched the pretzel chips from her lunchbox and began eating them.
Another girl went to tell Connor, conveniently seated a few tables over, what was happening.
According to Connor, he left his lunchbox and went over to the girls and politely demanded that they return the pretzels to his sister. And they did … but not before Ashley returned from the bathroom to see her heroic brother rushing over to save the day.
And just then, Ashley’s evening low became my nighttime high.
I have always admired my own parents for the job they did in raising my brothers and me. We were a normal family with ordinary highs and lows. But one thing my parents instilled in us was the bond we share with one another. And I don’t quite know how they did it … but I am trying to mirror it with my children – the only way I remember. My brothers are not only my siblings but my best friends. Truth be told, growing up, I can remember sharing some secrets with them over my girlfriends. Sure, we had our share of fights. But now as adults, we actually enjoy spending time together.
I try to employ the same annoying sayings like “he’s the only big brother you’ll ever have” and “the best thing about having a sibling is that you always have a friend.” We talk a lot about character and treatment of each other in my household. We spend time discussing how our family is a team and must stick together and help each other to be better.
So in my little house, amid the fights over the comfy seat on the couch, the first donut, which child gets to take a bath last, and what show to watch, there are moments where they act cohesively. And in the big world out there, they are looking out for one another … even if it is just a few tables away.
When I heard of Ashley’s lunchtime scuffle, I was so proud that my son took his own initiative to stop someone from harming his sister.
So maybe I am on the right track. My mother tells a story of a little neighborhood girl who was hassling me a long time ago. And it was my brother who saved me then. He and a friend tied her to a tree and verbalized their intentions of “giving her the ‘ole one two.”
Fortunately, my mom was there just in time to release the neighborhood bully. I don’t recall her picking on me again, but I still love the idea that there was someone out there looking out for me. And I hope that my boys also feel the need to stick up for their sister. If she’s anything like me, she’ll appreciate it forever.