On our trip home from the in-laws this weekend, my husband and I heard some delightful words in the backseat:
Peanut: I love you, Pumpkin.*
Pumpkin: I love you, Peanut.*
Peanut: Wanna share my helicopter?
Pumpkin: Sure! (Peanut gives Pumpkin his helicopter.)
Peanut: Can I see your car?
Pumpkin: Okay! (Pumpkin gives Peanut his car.)
Peanut: We just shared, Mommy and Daddy.
Mommy: Great job, guys!
Pumpkin: Cough, cough.
Peanut: Are you okay, Pumpkin?*
Pumpkin: Yeah, I'm okay. Wanna see my helicopter?
Peanut: Okay! (Pumpkin and Peanut trade toys again.)
Peanut proceeds to sing his made-up counting song that begins at one and ends at ten thousand. Pumpkin joins in to the best of his ability.
I bring this perfectly sunny example of their loving brotherly relationship to you not to brag or to bore you with happily-ever-after stories, but rather as proof. Sometimes, when everything gets incredibly hectic -- when Pumpkin is cranky and has thrown the millionth Thomas the Train track while Peanut is patiently trying to put it together, or when Peanut trips on a leaf in the grass and Pumpkin laughs which upsets him even more, or when the boys decide that it's time to jump on Mommy's back while I am trying to play with them after a rough day at school -- it's good to remember that these times do exist. It's good to think back to a sweet sitcom-esque situation and remind myself that -- whatever the dilemma -- it will not last forever, and we will indeed get "back to normal" (whatever that is) soon. Today, when I was listening to their exchange, I couldn't help but imagine them as older boys, with Peanut sticking up for his younger brother and the two of them still the best of friends. I realize this is awfully idealistic of me, but it is a wonderful possibility to daydream about. And I just had to put it in writing as proof to me, their daddy, and perhaps --someday -- even proof to them that they were often this sweet to one another. Please try to remind me of this the next time I am in the middle of calming a nasty tantrum, okay?
*My children actually call each other by their real names (in case there was any doubt), even though Mommy often uses their nicknames (and many derivations of those nicknames).