I've been striving to pay more attention to my siblings the past few weeks. I don't care if it means getting dirty, or looking immature, or feeling stupid. I do it any way. I've rolled down hills, made pay-doh creations, and pushed them on swings for hours.
It's actually pretty fun.
Take for instance, the day when I did play-doh. Just me and my two brothers. The entire table was covered with tools, and bits of colorful dough. They didn't care. And I chose to ignore it.
They informed me of every detail of Star Wars I. They showed me the absolutely right way to make a certain creation. They asked me questions and more questions.
But, when all was said and done, they wouldn't do the play-doh unless I was in the room. And that made me happy. I'm glad that they want me around, that they want to talk to me and tell me things. After that day, I have started to play with them more often, listen to them more often. Yes. I like these play-doh kind of days!