My youngest is SUCH a little mommas boy. Constantly wanting to crawl back from whence he came and reattach himself at the umbilicus. That just ain’t happenin’ And yes, ain’t IS a word. It’s officially in the dictionary…for some odd reason. Same with ginormous. Talk about craptastically stupid decisions on Websters and American Heritages part. But anyway…
Yesterday, after my son was professing his undying love and devotion to me. After he was done wrapping his little arms around my neck and planting kisses all over my face. WET kisses. That kid must have some sort of saliva gland problem…
But never fear, I was a reciprocating participant in this little lovefest. He’s my baby, y’know!!
He looks at me. DIRECTLY in the eyes. Holding my head in his HUGE hands so that I’m forced to look him directly in his blue eye. And his brown eye. And he says…”Mommy, I love you so so so much. But I love my brother more.”
The brother he is talking about is my oldest birth child who is almost 14.
And I told him that it’s fine with me.
Because that, after all, is why I gave them each other.
I watch their relationship grow and deepen. Despite the 8 or so year age difference, they are very close.
The son I was so afraid would be traumatized by this little ones birth…is such an amazingly patient, kind and loving big brother. Despite the demonstrative and pesky little guy that follows him around, looking up to him.
I sit here listening to them tell each other “I love you” and hug and kiss each other.
I listen to their silly banter.
For this Mommy who blogs, there is nothing more satisfying than to, every once in a while, have something like this to blog about!