...so I found my son, sitting on the hall steps, in the dark, head in hands, the other morning...at 5.30am (we start early that day - Guitar Ensemble practice). Apparently his big brother was downstairs studying for a maths exam and "he doesn't want me around" (cue melodramatic head flop). The devastation of it all.
It followed a weekend of 'tough love'. After 'dibber dobbing' on his brother for something, I promptly separated them, sending little one to his bed.. in an attempt to show him that dobbing doesn't achieve anything good. I swear I could hear him gasping in his room. Like I'd turned off his life support. His big brother really is his oxygen. We overheard him calling out to his brother, studying in the other room, "are you missing me?" All of 5 minutes it had been.
They love each other. It really is heart clutching stuff. Hubby and I watch them when they're out together. It's not just the little one, big brother always reaches out for his little brother. He often walks with his arm around him. At the school crossing, they hold hands. When they're out in the big wide world together, they are united. Protective of each other.
I often try to break it up a bit. "C'mon, just you and me, lets go to the shops together. We'll have sushi and just spend some special time together, Mother and son". "Yeah, good, but can Brynley come too Mum?.... pleeeeease. I can't just be the only one who has sushi. That's not really fair". Oh he's good.
I hope it lasts, I hope they are best friends for life.... when hubby and I are long gone.
If so, their love and support of each other... will be my greatest achievement.