New York City Siblings Share a Unique Closeness

Monica Marino, a New York City mother, reflects on the unique sibling bond her children have with each other and shares the value of siblings through beautiful images of her children.

Recently, a comment on social media—how do you get your kids to do that for pictures?!—left me thinking about the bond that my children, Lucia, 7, and Adrian, 5, share. Sure, I considered a comforting comeback such as: “Bribery!” But the truth is, I’m typically sneaking up on spontaneous scenes. My kids have taught me that the value of the unique sibling bond should never be underestimated. It should be celebrated for its color and beauty, for its reassurance that love is the ultimate antidote.

All Wrapped Up: A baby brother was a difficult adjustment for Lucia, who was 2 when her brother arrived. I feared they’d never get along, but their bond grew organically. When I scold Lucia, Adrian admonishes me about kindness, then offers toys and hugs to his sister.

The Pursuit of Happiness: I think that a shared bedroom fostered my children’s magical bond, their penchant for seeking adventures and discoveries together. We’ve asked if they’d like to have their own rooms several times—both vehemently protest.

Almost…!: As soon as Adrian became a steady walker, I constantly directed them to hold hands when we were out. Unprompted hand-holding soon became a regular occurrence.

Make Waves—Us?: Sometimes I think that their souls have been connected far longer than what is visible. Like any brother and sister, they have their moments. Yet days of only love and laughter far outnumber those with any discord.

Room for Two: My favorite photographs of my children are taken when they are unaware of my presence. As a quiet observer to their world, I’ve been able to capture golden moments such as this.

To Every Season: I’m grateful that my children will always have each other. Unlike so many things in life, their siblinghood will remain a constant.

Picture This!: Reading together is a favorite pastime. On most nights, I have to take away the flashlight and book and send one of them back to his or her own bed.