We've been trying to do family prayer before bed every night, and that usually means the boy meanders around the living room while we pray. Tonight we probably would have forgotten, but Baby Brother came into the living room next to Oliver, sat down, and folded his little 15 month old arms, ready for prayer. I am blown away.
Even before I was pregnant, I knew this child would be a beacon for us.
Don't get me wrong, nobody is perfect. He's a baby. He pulls hair and grabs things he shouldn't, he cries when he wants something and can't have it, and he broke Oliver's favourite mug yesterday. Everyone is here to learn and grow, and my boy is no different.
But at the same time, I know we needed him to help us grow. All three of us. He ties us together and completes our family. He makes us whole.
He teaches Bina gentleness and sharing.
He teaches Oliver that he, through fatherhood, is truly a great man, and continues to grow greater each day.
And he teaches me that love is no respecter of time. To trust my heart. Which says I have always known him. I have always loved him like a brother I never had, before he was born... before I was born... and that we are finally bonded together now as mother and son, and we will be together always.