I always wanted a sister. I desperately wanted a sister. I sat on my swing set, around age five, just crying because I wanted a sister to play with; swings, dolls, mud pie making and everything in between. Instead, just before I turned eight, I got a brother. Of all things! A brother! I mean, I was a tomboy but, ew, a boy? Ick, ick, ick.
Apparently God was just preparing me for my future roll as an everyday mother to boys.
Because I love all things boy. And I’m glad that FireDad and I were able to have two of them so close in age. Though, I don’t know why we’re taking credit for the boy thing. And, when it comes down to it, though we actively tried to conceive them both at the times that we did, we didn’t have super control over the actual outcome either. BUT, technicalities aside, my boys have a forever playmate. Someone to hang out with in the living room in nothing but shirts and underwear. Or, cloth diapers if you’re the younger one.
No, they won’t always get along. I’m not that naive. (Though, I am naive about a lot of things, aren’t I?) We did go through a two week stint in which BigBrother tried to whack LittleBrother any time we turned our backs. But that has passed, for now. I know there will be fights over toys (and soon as LittleBrother has already started to scooch along the floor). I know there will be arguments that include, “MOM! HE’S LOOKING AT ME!” I know they will eventually say mean, nasty and hateful words to one another.
But right now?
I can’t help but be filled with hope and love when I bring LittleBrother out in the morning and BigBrother runs up and gives him hugs and says, “GOOD MORNING BROTHER!” Or when BigBrother asks for a goodnight kiss from LittleBrother and thus allows his face to be slimed by the current open mouth, slobbery, smooshy-faced kisses that LittleBrother is known for giving out. Or when LittleBrother gives his lop-sided, full-body, squee-filled grin whenever BigBrother walks into a room. Or, or, or. My life is filled with these little moments right now. I’m trying to capture so many of them so, one day, when they’re fighting over the last piece of candy or the favorite fire truck, I can hold up a picture and say, “SEE! You DO like each other! SO QUIT IT ALREADY!”
I’ll never have a sister. I’ll never have a sibling super-close to my age. But I’ll get to watch the love grow between two brothers. And that feels good enough to me.
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8 Responses to “Love Thursday: They Have Each Other”
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What a sweet post. You make me look forward to parenting two children.
I love how baby heads and toddler heads are so close in size! I have two girls and a boy and I love that the girls have each other–I have one sister. I think I’ll always wonder what it would have been like to have a brother. I know my parents wished we were both boys! Loving the babylegs!
I had a sister a year younger than me, but she passed away when she was 3. Growing up as an only was sad and lonely really. This is why I want a second one. V needs a sibling. She’s only 19 months old, but I don’t want them to be far apart either!
In reference to your comment on my blog, I’m waiting for the Wii Fit to come out in stores! I’d preorder it, but I want to hear people reviews first haha.
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Marcia; Actually, if you hop around the web, there are a LOT of reviews of the Wii Fit already. Moms who attended the J&J Camp Baby (which is still a sore topic ’round the FireHouse) got to try it out. Google Wii Fit reviews and, to get more specific, google Wii Fit reviews mommyblog.
I am an only child, and Hubby and I are debating whether or not to have a second. I /want/ L to have a sibling, but I’m scared of how difficult the first weeks of parenting were the first time around (and how difficult it still is sometimes). Your post, though, is an inspiration in the direction of having a second.
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Dawn; it’s so rewarding. Yes, the bad days happen. But these moments make it worthwhile. (Most of the time. HEH!)
Awwwww! I love the picture. My boys are 14 months apart and I love that they have a play mate 24/7. I’m dreading that they are going to be split up when my oldest starts school in the fall.
bah, so cute! I love the little underpants
(And I SWEAR I don’t mean for that to sound weird.)