Last night I witnessed one of the most amazing acts of brotherly love I have ever seen. I’ve been obsessing over it, trying to find just the right words to describe what I witnessed but they’re still not quite right.

Until I can arrange my written words to convey the tenderness I saw, I’m writing this blog post as a permanent reminder so I can keep revisiting the scene to one day do it justice.

Miss 2 and Master 4 share a bedroom but they have different bedtimes. I’m happy to say that my kids are generally quite good about going to bed when they’re told and thankfully we don’t have too many dramas in that regard. So last night, as we do every night, we took Violet to bed, read her a story and said goodnight. When she’s as tired as she was last night she is often asleep before I even reach the door to leave.

A little later it was Lockie’s turn to go to bed. He made a half-hearted attempt at the usual delaying tactics that children pull, but quite soon gathered his things and headed to his bedroom. I noticed that in addition to his teddy-bear and water bottle he had Violet’s life-sized doll, Baby, tucked under one arm. (She hasn’t exactly got a vivid imagination when it comes to naming her toys; she’s also got a blue teddy-bear called, you guessed it, Blue Bear.)

I trailed behind as Lockie navigated the minefield of lego pieces, matchbox cars and toy trains. Making his way over to Violet’s bed where she was sprawled awkwardly, her tiny toddler limbs somehow covering the entire bed, Lockie gingerly tucked Baby underneath one of Violet’s arms so that when she awoke she would be looking into her beloved baby’s eyes.

Just as I thought to myself, “Awww, isn’t that adorable,” he leaned down and gave both Violet and Baby a kiss on the forehead and whispered “Goodnight” to them both. Then he proceeded to climb over to his own bed to arrange his pillow, blanket and a few teddy-bears around him.

As I turned to shut the door Lockie, who is going through a ‘scared-of-the-dark’ phase, reassured me, “Don’t worry Mum, I’ll protect them from the big, bad wolf. I’m very brave in the dark.”

Every time I think of this brief two-minute event I can’t help but smile. Perhaps the reason I can’t get the words just right is because I’ve been obsessing over it. So I’ll take a break from the keyboard and push this scene aside for now as I wait for inspiration to strike.


Emma is a freelance editor and writer who got her start at Newbie Writers two years ago. In her previous career she was an accountant, but escaped the numbers game to envelop herself in the literary world.

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  • Dionne
    Posted on April 27, 2012 at 12:16 pm

    Awww! That is so adorable! I can just imagine it, and you’ve written it in such a vivid way. These are the moments you have to remember when they’ve just drawn all over the wall 😉

  • Jane Isaac
    Posted on April 27, 2012 at 4:51 pm

    Oh, Emma! How cute! Magical moments in the making. You need to bottle that one:)

  • EditorProofer
    Posted on April 28, 2012 at 2:20 pm

    Thanks Dionne and Jane. I have to remember to focus on moments like these when they’re pulling each other’s hair out and throwing toys at each other LOL.

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