52 Weeks of Brotherhood
I was not intentional with the camera.
It was seemingly an intentional week of brotherhood. Not only did they specifically and intentionally rush through dinner in order to be able to go outside and play with their Nerf guns together, but they built pillow forts… together.
And watched Toy Story 3 … together.
And read the Sunday Comics… together.
I didn’t snap a picture of Sunday morning — before I could force myself out of bed after a night of many wake ups — as LittleBrother sat and read Fly Guy books to BigBrother, the older occasionally helping with a trickier word. I simply lounged in bed and smiled at the sound of it.
I am noticing through this project, eight weeks into 52, that for all of the fighting and arguing and pestering and tattling and whining and poking and prodding and general woe of being a sibling, that these two little boys cherish one another. I am reminded of how my husband has always said that you take the good with the bad. Yes, brothers will argue. Ask my dad and his two brothers; get the three of them together in a kitchen and the roof will raise from the volume over a heated discussion on Brett Favre.
These two of ours will also argue.
But it is my hope that they will also love just as deeply and as passionately as they argue.
I am thankful for the little glimpse I have forced myself to take this year beyond the up front and in your face frustration of refereeing a pair of brothers. I feel quite blessed to watch the beginnings of their relationship as brothers begin to take a shape of its own.