“Can you jump with me? Please! Jump with me. Come on. Let’s go jump. Pleeeeeeeease.”

That’s my five-year-old sister, almost every day when I get home from work — or at any other moment during the day when it’s still light outside.
I’m presuming it’s one of her favourite things to do, with me at least. I have to admit, though, I don’t always consent and go out to jump on the trampoline with her. Gasp! I know. How on earth could I resist the pleading face, the eager hug, the imploring eyes? You know how it is, though; sometimes younger siblings feel like more of a nuisance than a gift….only when you’re so distracted with the so-called priorities in life that you fail to realise it.

I’m really not such a villain though. Don’t worry. More often than not I do go outside (sometimes in the freezing cold) to jump on the trampoline with her. What’s more, I always enjoy it.

I’ve realised it’s about more than just jumping, though. Sometimes I’ll ask her why she doesn’t go find somebody else to jump with.
“No! I wanna jump with YOU!”
I thought so.

It’s not just the fun of the trampoline itself; it’s about spending time with me. Of course, however, sitting quietly beside me whilst I read a book or think about life (or eat cereal) is way too boring. It has to be on the trampoline. She wants to do the things she loves with the people she loves.
Everybody does. That’s how moments are made significant.