"Help! Help! My best friend's dying!", my oldest son sobbed hysterically as he came running (naked and sopping wet) into the room. Flying back into the bathroom and wondering how my almost-five-year-old could've managed to arrive at death's door since in the 2.5 seconds since I had left the room, I found him sitting up in the bathtub right where I left him. Just fine and dandy, and surprised as all get out to see his older brother freaking out all over the place.
It turned out that in the few seconds that it took me to lift the Baby out of the tub where all 3 were playing, wrap him in a towel, and carry him from the master bath to the master bedroom, Middle had decided to lick the bar of soap. And no amount of reassurance could convince Big that his brother was not going to die from it.
Once I had assessed the situation and my heart stopped beating four million miles a minute, I was touched to realize that Big had referred to his brother as "my best friend". For his part, Middle seemed more upset by the fact that he had scared his brother so badly than by the fact that he was potentially facing death from soap poisoning. Despite the arguing, head butting, punching, kicking, slamming, stealing, hitting and yelling, at the tender ages of 5 and 6, my boys are truly each other's best friends.
Did it suck for two years of my life to have them so close together? Yeah.
But was it worth it? Most definitely.
Today, at least.
That make me cry. I hope my boys love each other like that.
Posted by: jenni | Jun 03, 2010 at 07:13 PM
My boys are 21 months and 8 months now, I hope that they will grow to be as close as yours and I can look back on the first couple years with such fondness.
Posted by: Sara | Jun 04, 2010 at 11:17 PM
LOVE this. I'm in the thick of my first year with 2u2, and it's stories like these that get me through some days when everyone's crying and nobody's napping and I'm wondering 'OMG WTF DID I DO?!' Thanks for the inspiration.
Posted by: mandie | Jun 05, 2010 at 10:51 PM