As if the sight of one boy playing the piano, didn’t melt my heart enough…
2 boys just turns me to mush
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siblings
As Scott and I worked to put together the scrapbook and video collage for our son’s 1st birthday, we looked at lots and lots of pictures and video clips.
As we did, one reoccurring theme, was brought to mind.
This boy is adored by his siblings.
He really has been from day 1. And by day 1, I mean, the day Scott and I told them about the baby in my belly. But as we watched videos and looked at pictures of him at the hospital, coming home from the hospital, getting his first bath, changing his diapers, eating his first solid foods, drinking from a sippy cup, eating finger foods, crawling, standing… at each milestone, each new phase for him… you see 3 cheerleaders by his side. Smiling and clapping, exclamations of “he did it!” ring over and over.
As we celebrated his birthday, that love shone brightly though again. They’re there, in his face , by his side, excitedly watching him open his gifts, eating his first bite of cake, watching his video that Daddy made. They are excited. They are involved. The girls decided, on their own, to wear their big sister outfits… the same ones they wore when they met him at the hospital. And they each made him thoughtful cards for his birthday
My heart was so full as I looked at that love. Overflowingly full. I love the way they love him. And my hearts desire, is that that love will only grow. That they will be lifelong friends forever. 
By the way, if your friends with me on face book, you can see the video by clicking on my wall.
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As I watch my kids play together, I can’t help but think how my son has no idea how good he has it. Growing up, it was just me and my little brother and we’d often play together. I vividly recall playing GI Joe with him. It pretty much went the same way every time. I had the Princess Lea action figure and she would be married to either Shipwreck or Sgt Slaughter. I’d let him go off on the side and fight his battles or whatever while Princess Lea would clean house and make dinner. Then she’d call him home from war to sit at the table and eat his dinner.
Yea, I pretty much turned Joes into Ken and Barbie.
Lately, my oldest two have been playing GI Joe and it is a totally different game. My daughter is Lady Jaye and she throws grenades across the toy room at the Cobra’s.
I couldn’t help but chuckle when she came looking for a sack to wear on her back for her grenades to go in. Yea… my son totally struck gold in the sister department. Sorry bro!
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There are many familiar and epic battles out there. At the circus, I am often subject to reading, watching, and even role playing in such battles over good and evil.
Darth Vader and Luke Skywalker fighting for the future of the galaxy.
Spiderman and Doctor Octopus dueling over the city of New York.
Optimus Prime and the autobots verses Megatron and the decepticons in their fierce battle over the fate of earth.
But none come close to the battle currently being fought at the circus.
One one side we have my son who as a baby was comforted by his pacifier and wants his little brother to find comfort in the same place.
His littlest sister weighs in in the other corner. She’s found great solace in sucking her fingers and takes delight in finding her baby brother doing the same.
On more than one occasion I have seen them trying to convince their brother that their way is the best way. (Yes, that’s right my son will pull the fingers out of a content baby’s mouth in order to stick in the pacifier).
Who will win for the heart and soul of the youngest circus member? Will it be the pacifier or his fingers?
Right now, he’s a bit confused and scared over the choice at hand.
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One of my favorite things about parenting, is watching my children interact with each other (when they aren’t fighting that is). It’s fascinating to me to see the differences in their bonds and relationships. One relationship which I have observed recently growing is that between my two girls.
With only 17 mths, and a few inches and pounds between them, they are in so many ways peers. They share much in common, and yet are so very different. It’s been my prayer since the beginning that as they grow, their bond of friendship grows only stronger.
A loyal sister is worth a thousand friends.
~Marian Eigerman
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