I felt the need to post today because, being February 29, I won’t have the chance to do this for another four years. So here we go.
Today, as I went to pick up baby J from his cot after his afternoon nap, N followed me into the bedroom. When J looked up and saw his (foster) brother through the bars of his cot, he was so thrilled, his smile just burst out of him. They reached out towards each other and touched hands. I smiled and thought, ‘brothers!’
They are not related. They share no genetic code. They are from two very different cultures on opposite sides of the world. But here in my home, they are brothers. In the truest sense of the word. Bound by love.
It’s relatively early days for these two with J only 8 months old and N about to turn 2 (on Saturday). There’s a lot of wrestling and rough and tumble that goes with being brothers. Somehow through all that body contact, that pushing and testing their limits a bond is formed and it is formative.
Together with L, they make up my crew. My noises with dirt on them.
Then I read this beautiful, heartwarming and hopeful post from Try Defying Gravity
I hope you do too.
Here’s to brothers…happy leap year!