Listening to NPR the other day on the way home from the grocery store, I was thrilled when a story came on On Point about siblings. This is a subject that is near and dear to my heart. As a sister, of course, but now also, as a mother of brothers.
Our relationships with our siblings fundamentally shape the people we become.If you’ve got brothers and sisters, you know it’s true: only siblings are partners for life. Parents go early. Children come late, when we’re already stamped and made. Siblings are there from the get go.
Brothers and sisters who challenge, protect, torment, defend. Who listen, scold, goad, counsel. Who know you. Some are close. Some are distant. They stamp you either way. For better, for worse, for life.
So very true.
My sister is a huge part of who I am. Yesterday, today, tomorrow. She is undoubtedly one of the most important people in my life.
It's an honor to be raising boys who will no doubt feel the same about each other one day.
Boys who are bound together in unspeakable ways.
Boys who "love each other so much that when one of them cries, the other one has to cry, too." Because they hate to see each other sad. Even when it's their fault that their brother is crying.
Boys who will live in the White House together one day because, what fun would it be to be President if you couldn't bring your brother with you?
Conran & Conran - 2045!
Boys who, even at one and five, have that thing that the very luckiest siblings have. It's like, even though only one of them knows how to talk, they still finish each other's sentences.
It's a beautiful thing to be a part of...