There when it counts

As a mom, I worry a lot about Middle Sister. She's 13, and has the kind of personality that will always choose adventure and risk over common sense. Often, she acts before she thinks.

But yesterday at the funeral, when Big Brother broke down as he read the second reading, Middle Sister really came through for him. She didn't have to think about it. She just left the pew, walked up to her brother, and stood there behind him with her hand on his shoulder. And when he finished his (mercifully short) reading, she took his arm and walked back with him to their seats.

While the rest of us sat frozen in our pews wishing we could do something to help Big Brother, Middle Sister took action. She showed what she is made of.

I have never been prouder.