I mentioned last week how awesome big brothers can be. Of course not to be outdone, my daughter reminded me a few days later that little sisters are pretty great too.
My son woke up one morning complaining of a tummy ache. (Not to worry - he's fine. It was just one of those icky, "I don't feel good" kind of mornings.) After trying and failing to get him to eat anything for breakfast, I persuaded him to snuggle up on the couch to rest and recuperate.
I got him settled in with his blanket and pillow, and some cartoons on TV - all the things that are pretty much guaranteed to help an upset tummy. Trying to think of anything else that might help comfort him, I asked if he wanted his teddy bear.
As soon as he said "yes, please" in his tired, weak little voice, his sister (who had been hovering nearby just waiting for a chance to help) yelled "I'll go get it!" and ran upstairs faster than I've ever seen her go. When she returned, she gave her big brother his bear, and a loving sisterly hug to go with it.
It was definitely one of those proud-mommy moments, seeing how much my kids love and care for each other. It's true what I said before, that every girl should be lucky enough to have a big brother. But let's not forget that the boys who have little sisters are pretty lucky too. :)