Sisters teaching sisters

Last weekend we took a family bike ride. My middle girl still rides on the tag-along attached to my husband’s bike, with the trailer pulling our little girl behind. We call it the “Simmons Train.” While riding home my oldest daughter was thinking how fun it was to ride a bike and decided it was high time her middle sister learned how fun it was too.

So she taught her. In the front yard, when we got home.

Both of them were so proud. One because she felt like a good teacher and one because she was on her way to learning something new. It’s these moments that make the work of mothering all worth while. Like getting a good report card, written for the heart.

Smiling sisters and knowing just how much they mean to each other is truly priceless.