Nothing is easy. Everything worries me. I'm stressed. I'm tired. Then, I see my boys and the way they are with their brother. That is what I'm thankful for today.
When Asher was born, Jackson had a strong bond with him. He wanted to hold him and look at him. He wouldn't say anything to him. When I told him to talk to him, he asked, "What do I say?" He's learned his language now. He wrestles with him and plops him on the couch. Asher rarely cries, but he'll cry for Jackson.
Riley calls Asher "lard." Lol. I know that sounds terrible, but he was a chunky baby and Riley means nothing but love when he says it. Riley gets Asher to throw a mini basketball in the goal and he commentates like he made the winning shot in Game 7.
Knox is as tough as they come, but not with Asher. He is always helping him down from wherever he's climbed. I swear he says,"Mom, look at Asher!!" 50 times a day. He guides Asher around by the shoulders. Asher hates it, but Knox keeps on being a mother hen to him.
It could be different. They could not want to understand him. They could go about their lives and never have a brotherly bond with him. That could be easy to do especially because Ash is so frustrating at times. They aren't that way though. It's good. It's what makes me and their daddy proud.
"How much like my brothers do my brothers wanna be?...Does it wash out in the water or is it always in the blood?"
John Mayer
I'm thinking it's in the blood.
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