Don't get me wrong--we also have plenty of aaaarrrghwhycan'tyouguysleaveeachotheralonealready!! and ifyoutouchhimonemoretimeyouwillbespendingalotoftimealoneinyourroom!! When your life is a 24-hour a day play date, you can't be expected to be in a state of perma-love; ask any marriage counselor.:)
But yesterday was a gleaming light in my quest for my boys' eternal brotherhood, something that makes me think this love for each other really will stick for good. This is also an example of why I love my children's school more than life itself, but that is a topic for another post.
Short backstory--Alex's kindergarten crew has been practicing friendly letter writing, so they each wrote a letter to someone in the 2nd/3rd grade crew about their recent snowshoe outing, to give the older crew some tips for their upcoming trip. Because Jackson is in the 2/3 crew, Alex was paired up with him.
Jackson got in the car after school yesterday, half breathless and with a big smile on his face. This was what he had to say: "Mom, out of the blue today, Alex's crew came in our class and Alex just walked right up to me with this envelope in his hand."
|Alex's rendition of mountains, trees, and snowflakes|
What, a 7-year old boy getting a little weepy because of a letter of snowshoeing tips his 6-year old brother wrote for him? That's just about the best thing a mother trying to instill this value in her sons can hear. Jackson clearly inherited my family's crying gene, passed down lovingly from my maternal grandfather who is no longer with us.
Remember to wear warm layers. Bring sleds. Make sure the snowshoes are buckled