My boys…brothers. I haven’t really talked about what that means to me, to be raising two boys, so close in age that occasionally they are mistaken for twins. Vik is long and lean, quickly catching up to Vijay in height and weight. He’s already in 24 month clothing, which means the infamous firetruck sweater (which Vijay wore precisely one time, after I sweated and cursed over it for months!) fits him perfectly. He’s too little to protest, and so he is wearing it as often as possible!
It is absolutely amazing to watch their personalities take shape, and to watch the sibling bond begin to take root. Vijay adores his little brother, often crying when Vik has to go down for his nap, or to bed early. “Where’s my baby?” he asks. Of course when Baby is around, they fight over toys, and bop each other on the head with balls and blocks. They take soapy baths together, propelling their trucks through the bubbles and froth. They roll their soccer ball back and forth at the park, Vik clapping his hands each time it rolls his way. “Don’t touch my things,” is a common phrase as Vijay learns that playing with Vik means sharing with Vik. He’s always trying to give him the lamest toys, and hog all the great ones for himself. After a while, he realizes that it’s no fun, and releases a few of his toys for Vik to play with. Occasionally they hold hands across the aisle from their carseats, or when we’re walking in the double stroller. “Baby’s holding my hand, mama,” Vijay beams. After a minute, Vik yanks his hand away and returns to sucking on his fingers. It is these moments that my heart nearly breaks in two.
I often wish I had a crystal ball to see into the future…will they always be close? Will they be the kind of brothers that give heartwarming toasts at each others weddings? Will they support and nurture each other as they find their own talents and strengths, or will everything be a competition?
It is hard enough trying to raise kind, generous, loving children, but considering how to raise siblings to be loving, supportive brothers is a challenge. My husband often jokes that he wants three sons largely because of Legends of the Fall. I agree, minus the sibling rivalry, jealousy, revenge, drama and rage. Basically we just want our boys to ride wild through the mountains, hunting grizzly bears and bathing in clear streams. Is that too much to ask?!
Oh my boys…brothers…my dreams for you are so great.