When we moved to our new home here in the Okanagan, the youngest boy was still a baby so his crib ended up in with us and the eldest got his own room. Not any more. The little one is growing up and the crib was officially moved into the same room as his big brother - at the wish of the big brother actually.
As the realization that my little baby was growing up, I cried and cried. Nah. Just kidding. I totally celebrated - every step towards independence is a joyful milestone in my books. The other reason for my celebration is the growing bond between brothers. I used to watch super nanny when I was pregnant so I could hopefully avoid some big parenting pitfalls and I remember what she did for one family that had 5 boys - she created a slogan for them “brothers forever”, and the boys took to it like militia.
I have an older sister and she is one of the most important people to me and I hope and pray that my boys will find that same type of soul mate in each other. Someone who will be there for them without thinking whether they can or not, someone who will fight with them and for them and someone who will remind them that it’s their mother’s birthday and to get her something really nice this year.
That the 4 year old wants the 2 year old in his room and is fully prepared to call it a joint room and that the 2 year old is okay with leaving mommy and daddy’s room to join his older brother is excellent - that they may take an extra 2 hours to fall asleep each night is something I’m willing to deal with in the battle for brotherhood. “we few, we happy few, we band of brothers” (Henry V, Shakespeare).
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