Without a doubt, I count being the mother of two boys, as one of the greatest privileges of my life.  Brothers, just twenty months apart, and from the very first day they could not have been more different.  This road I am walking with them has been quite the adventure.

No, it has not been all smiles and ease with these two.  But all the squabbling, fussing, and rough-housing, pales when I hold it up to the beautiful friendship these boys have with each other.

The differences in their personalities is a constant source of amusement and amazement to me. At the same time I love seeing how well they fit together and balancing each other out.  Knocking the edges off each other (which is sometimes a source of real friction )

If you were to watch my boys eat Junior Mints, you would know almost everything there is to know about their personalities.  Hand J 10 Junior Mints and he will eat one… maybe two, and save the rest.  They will be tucked away in some secure little place and savored throughout the following days.  Give G the same 10 Junior mints, and he will pop them all in his mouth at once and grin at you with a big chocolately grin.  Then he will spend the next several days quietly sneaking mints from J‘s stash.

J takes life kind of seriously.  He is a rule follower.  He has a lot of nervous energy.  Even when he is sitting down some part of his body is still moving.  He loves being on the go, and in the thick of things.  He doesn’t know how to take teasing, it stresses him out a little when someone teases him.  He very responsible, and notices everything.  J‘s primary form of communication comes in the form of questions. So having a conversation with him feels a bit like being interrogated. He wears his heart on his sleeve.  He would make a terrible poker player because every thought he thinks is written all over his face. He has the biggest most tender heart.

J is also a saver.  Actually hoarder would be closer to the mark.

He has a corner in his room were he stashes all his valuable and much needed trinkets and items.  The following list is just a small sampling of the things I found while cleaning their room: a sugar cookie from Christmas, the children’s menu from when we went to Chili’s 2 months ago, and unused package of crayons (he doesn’t want to use them because the wouldn’t be new anymore), shoe boxes in a variety of sizes, random clips and ropes… and so on and so forth…

He gets a little nervous when I clean the room.  He knows me well.  I am not a saver.  I am a “what it the world is this, let’s throw it out” kinda girl.

G is a charmer.  He has big dreamy eyes and a slow smile.  He’s not shy but he’s quieter than J.  He moves slower, takes his time, enjoys all of life’s little charms.  He is infatuated with little things.  G tends to fly under the radar most of the time, which is exactly how he likes it.  That way no ones notices that he has helped himself to 10 Oreos, until it has already happened and he is long gone.  G is the most generous soul I know.  He will forfeit any toy, or position of favor he might have, in order to bring peace to an argument.  He has an amazing imagination!  J didn’t know how to play in an imaginative way until G taught him.  He tells me the most interesting stories and uses the most descriptive words.  The other night we were getting in the car to go to Awanas.  G is 10 steps behind (as usual) looking up at the sky.  He then says to me, “Mom, those stars are all really close together.  They are touching each other.  They must be kissing stars. They must be having a star party.”  Kissing stars… how delightful.

Most of all I am so proud of how they treat each other.  They are the first to cheer the other on.  They get heated with each other now and again, but they are so quick to forgive.  They are protective of one another.  Since they were little I have told them, “You two look after each other. Don’t let anyone mess with your brother.  You treat your brother better than you would a friend.”  And for the most part they hold true to that.

I can’t wait to see what the future holds for these boys.  I gives me great comfort to know that whatever is in store for them, they will face it together.

11 thoughts on “Brothers

  1. ABAHM

    Such a dear to my heart post.  Having three boys of my own I very much relate. My oldest two are 21 months apart and so close.  Warning, I started crying when we were visiting colleges, realizing that they each were following their path and picked different schools.  That was the first time they were apart.  They went on mission trips and trips with my mom without us, but always with one another!  They were a grade a part in school at first, but when we started to homeschool, Nick, my middle child who always had to keep up with brother, caught up and graduated the same year as Daniel. Anyway, love seeing the brotherly love.  Mine did some squabbling too, but never too serious.  My biggest lesson, as a girl from an all girls family, was not to get upset when they were…they got over it 5 min. later.

  2. pettybunch

    I really loved reading about your boys – makes me want to hug them!  As Jenny said, this was also dear to my heart, although I only had one boy. We had a saying around our house – “We worship and adore our brother!”  I also loved having my three so close together – Nathanael and our first girl, Dannye, were 13 months apart, and then Pamela came along 21 months later. They were so close, and it was a joy to watch them grow up!  Next month, Dannye will head up north to visit Nathanael & Emily in Minnesota, then they will all go over to Pamela & Will’s in Michigan. I causes my heart to swell to think of them all together!

  3. Elizabethmarie_1

    What a sweet post. Having three boys of my own, I can relate to all that you wrote.
    Our boys are best friends. Yes they squabble too sometimes, but they love each other and I love that about them.
    You have adorable children, do you know that? =)

    Happy Weekend to you.

  4. smilesbymiles

    Oh, I love this post!  I have two boys as well only mine are four years apart instead of being close in age.  It has been so, so sweet to watch their friendship develop.  When they were 1 and 5 they started playing together a little.  At 2 and 6 the squabbles started b/c Liam was old enough to want his own way instead of only idolize his brother.  But things shifted and they definitely play together more than squabble.  I absolutely adore hearing them talk and giggle in bed.  After seeing Adam being lonely for so long, it is a double treat to see him have a sibling friend!  Isn’t it funny that two parents can create such strikingly different personalities? :)  I’m always kind of glad, esp since it looks like we have one mold when it comes to looks. :D  Variety is a good thing.  Plus, their opposing strengths and weaknesses make me realize the good points of the other more vividly. :D

  5. appalolly

    Great post!! So fun to hear about your boys and their differences, etc.  I am impressed with how much you wrote about each one of them. Sometimes…when I sit down to actually write about or describe one of my kids, my mind kind of goes blank. If I am talking, I can do it, but somehow to write it in a paragraph is hard for me? 

    I have the same family as you do…two boys and then a girl.  I also consider it a great privilege to be raising 2 boys!  They have SUCH great times together but are very, very different. Thankfully, because I think if we had two kids like our second son, things would be pretty chaotic.  God knew what He was doing.  I LOVED what you said you have been telling your boys since they are little about taking care of each other, etc. That was worded so well!


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