Sunday, August 30, 2009
My eleven year old attended his first 'sleep over' party last night. Little one cried the entire time it took for us to drive his big brother to the party. I looked in the car rear vision mirror and my big boy was holding the little ones hand to comfort him. There was a heartbreaking farewell scene at the car window, with kisses and cuddles. The tears continued all the way home. "Every time I think of him, the tears come into my eyes". Junk food, a movie and a camp bed in Mum and Dad's room sort of helped but the tears came again this morning. Oh dear! How do I cure this? It's only going to get harder. There is a five year age gap! Just wait until big one is driving to friends places and little one is 12 years old, stuck at home with us!
Happy Sunday! We're off to pick up our big brother.... and counting!