Love is those extra moments taken to cuddle my boys, who thankfully, still want cuddles and snuggles from me, at bedtime. At some point, they’re going to become much more aware and decide that it’s not something they want as much of, because “dudes” don’t do that. I’m seeing it in the playground already – thankfully my boys still kiss me as they go off to do their learning and playing. I think my heart may actually break the day that it happens.
Love is looking after each other – and showing it. Today, our boys showed the love they have for each other. We’ve gone from headlocks as we leave for our first day of school, to today and W falling over in the playground and being inconsolable. It’s been reported in, to me, by Lovely Bloke, that W was truly sobbing – tired, not sure who would cuddle him and make it better and so, he sought out E.
W found his big brother, and just put his head on his chest. E put one arm around him, walked him around the playground to help him calm down, and when he still carried on crying, he took him into a little house / shed that they can all play in. There was just the two of them and E cuddled W until he’d done crying and calmed down.
Lovely Bloke said that watching them, he was in tears himself, because he felt that for everything we worry about – are we good parents, are the boys coping individually and as a team, you sometimes get those moments, that make you think all is not lost in this parenting activity after all – that we are raising boys who are physical, violent and strong – but can also use those same emotions for “good” !!! They are still able to show love for each other physically, to protect each other and to be there, as your person to turn to when you’re not having a good day.
I don’t think I could wish for much more than that x
PS. If you’re not filling up reading that, you’re missing a chip somewhere.