One of the benefits of living near my parents is that the kids have a wonderfully close relationship with their grandparents. One of the ways that this relationship is fostered is through one-on-one breakfast dates. Either Granni or Gramps will take one kid at a time out to breakfast, and they cycle through the kids so each kid gets a turn. This has become something they each look forward to, but there is something else that really touches my heart as their mom.
While each kid cherishes the alone time, each one always comes back with something for the siblings left at home eating oatmeal with mom. It might be a half of a bagel, or a pack of hash browns, or an extra pancake. Whatever, it is almost like they don't want their siblings to be left out. It doesn't matter that each one always gets a turn, but they always, and I mean always, bring something back.
It is this sibling love that touches my heart.
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