Sometimes I forget that my boys are learning from scratch about how to be brothers. When their bickering and manhandling drives me to distraction I try to remind myself of the obvious – they’re not born knowing how to share, how to have empathy, or how to be selfless – all of that has to come from us.
Some days they struggle with each another, and I feel like I’m doing it all wrong. But then I catch a glimpse of the connection they have; a gentle touch, a whisper, the way they make each other laugh, the fact that they choose one another in a roomful of people, and I feel humbled by their relationship.
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