The Gallery: Tomorrow

This is such a late entry to The Gallery that it almost IS tomorrow. As I was contemplating this week’s theme, yet another squabble broke about between my two – and I flashed back to a time when they were younger and got on much better together.

A time like this:

This photo was taken when my kiddos were two and four. She LURVED him, and he was, well,  pretty tolerant of her.

Today? Not so much so, at least in the mutual tolerance department.

They fight like cats and dogs. She only needs to look at him cross-eyed, and I hear a wail of “Muuuuuuum”.

This is the same boy who, last week, went all day at school, and then to sleep the same night with a fractured wrist. He’s a tough little bugger…until it comes to his sister.

She gets mad at him – and she scratches. She is the cat in this idiom.

Endlessly, mercilessly, he hounds her. He is always correcting her, about anything and everything. (I suppose that makes him the dog.)

Oh, I know they love each other. On Pea’s birthday, Boo solemnly assured her that he wouldn’t let anyone be mean to her that day. Not that this is an issue, really, but it was a sweet thought nonetheless. *for the day*

When another child fell on Boo on the playground last week (unbeknownst at the time fracturing his wrist) he sobbed. Pea went up to him with another friend, and they both hugged him to try to make him feel better.

When I look at this photo, I think about how sweet they look together. It gives me hope for tomorrow, that one day, some day, they will be friends.

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