Every once in a while I see them forming their brotherly bond. I hope they will be close. I pray they will grow up being best buds, taking care of each other.
Today, instead of laughing at his brother for being klutzy Brice helped his little brother up after he fell down. He gave him a hug and patted him on the back asking him if he was okay.
As if this wasn't enough for me to beam with pride and feel that I may be doing something right as their mother Brice took the opportunity to invite his brother to sit down and listen while he showed him a book about crocodiles. I was even included. Brice told us both to sit on the floor while he sat in a chair towering over us teaching us about crocs. Showing us the pictures and explaining that the babies ride in the mommy crocodile's mouth into the water.
(On a recent museum trip, Brice teaching his brother about dinosaurs)
I am so thankful for the opportunity to see my boys grow and walk through their phases of childhood. I am thankful their birth mothers chose life. I am thankful their birth mothers chose us to be the parents of their baby boys.
Excuse me, this blissful moment of motherhood has passed. I hear an argument ensuing over a helicopter. Back to the real world of mom/referee.