Brothers

I always wondered what it would have been like to have an older sister. I was fortunate enough to grow up with a little brother of my own. Sure, there was bickering, but for the most part, I felt it was my duty (and still do, to an extent) to protect my Michael. However, the feeling of having an older sibling of the same gender just seemed like something I never could quite understand. When I was pregnant with my twins, knowing that one was a boy, I often wondered: How were my boys going to interact? Would it be a love like I share with my brother, or are they close enough in age that would allow plenty of knock-down, drag-out fights? Only time would tell...
Tonight, my three year old and seven year old boys (who share a room) began crying simultaneously. As I entered their bedroom to check out who hit whom first, Mason said, "Mommy! Cade's mad at me!" At the same time, Cade said, "Mom! Mason doesn't want me to be his big brother anymore!" The sobs were unimaginable. Tears and snot are still on my shirt. After a quick "It's going to be okay" session, everyone hugged and made up, and my boys decided they wanted to love eachother forever again. As I watch my boys grow together, I realize they get closer with every day that passes. Through the fighting, laughing, crying, playing, cuddling, and everything in between, I know that the bonds they have made and are continuing to strengthen will last forever.