Siblings Rivalry

 I was today years old when I realized that my secound son doesn't need me fighting his battles for him.

My oldest is not finding it funny sharing his toys with his baby brother. It's a tough curve to manoeuvre and an uphill climb he is trying every possible way not to make.

Me?

Hehehe. 

I am not bothered. He must learn to share one way or the other. After all, they're their own best friend and best brother. Till the end of their lives.

 So quick gist here😉

This morning my oldest was taking his toys out from the storage he keeps them in. The second was playing in a corner at the other side of the room.  But soon as he saw his brother unpacking the toys he ran over to him and began picking each toy he brought out, dragging them to himself. 

My oldest attempt at diplomacy failed when he soon realised that his baby brother's grip is strong. Then he tried shoving but realised again to his dismay that, little bro stands right back up soon as he lands on his butt, no matter how many times. 

So the oldest cupped his palm and not so gently slapped his baby brother on the head! 😲 

Baby brother paused.

Big brother, paused.

I too, paused.

When I got over my surprise, I  scrambled from my slouched position, a little ways away from them to intervene. 

But even before I reached them, baby brother who'd had enough of the manner he was treated, let out a sort of wail-battle cry and with his chubby baby palm, pummeled his big brother's chest four times in quick succession. 

I was aghast!

Older brother was stunned.

I was very very surprised. 

My youngest is a happy-go-lucky kind of child. He is the 'I-am-cool-like-my-dad type of child. He has one of the biggest laugh I've ever heard from any one year old. His laugher is infectious. His giggles are heart warming and his smile...it's like the sun coming out after a stormy rain. He is the the quiet one.

My oldest on the other hand is everything-behaviour and characteristics you'll find in a first child, with extra toppings.

So you can see why I responded with surprise.

Then slowly a spark of pride began to bloom in my heart. It got bigger and bigger until it filled my entire being and an answering smile broke out on my face.

Inside me, I gave a whoop! Whoop!! While pumping my fist in the air and shouting "atta boy!"

That was my proud mommy moment. I am raising no timid son!

Back to the present, my oldest recovered from his stunned silence,  opened up his mouth wide and gave a LOUD wail and ran into the bedroom.

I relaxed back into the cushions, the smile still on my face.

This year is shaping up to be an interesting one.