As a mother of two, I try to make sure both my boys get some one on one time with me.
I usually treat them to something they’ve been asking to do, and I let them talk about whatever it is that is on their minds.
Two weeks ago, I surprised my oldest with crawfish and a slush after school. The night before, he displayed behavior that made me so proud of him.
My baby boy had an ingrown toenail, and he was super whiny about it (I would’ve been too).
As I’m doctoring on his toe, he began to cry a little. Big brother came right in and grabbed his face, one hand on each cheek and said “It’s okay brother. I know it hurts, but mama is tryna make it better”. Baby brother then whimpers out “Okay”. It was the sweetest thing I had ever witnessed.
While still holding his cheeks, he coached his brother through a series of deep breaths.
Before he knew it, I was done, and his toe felt better.
“See big brother told you it was gonna be okay”.
I couldn’t help but smile when I heard that.
As the eldest sibling, you naturally swoop in and save your siblings. I was so proud of that display of love and care.
During our date I let him talk as usual. When it was all said and done, he gave me a hug and said ” I love you mommy”.
Sometimes I feel like I’m surely messing up as a mother, there’s no official guide to motherhood. However these precious moments confirm that I’m doing something right.
I am so proud of my son and how much he’s grown over the years.
Being the oldest is a sucky job at times, but someone has to do it.