Yesterday, Son #2 had a very serious question to ask me…“Did I ever have a third son? Did he have another brother?” I was quite surprised by this question. Where did he think I was keeping this secret brother? In a closet?
I assured him that I only had two boys and we only had room in our house for two boys. He seemed satisfied with my response, but it made we wonder why he was asking. Did he want another brother?...someone to share the joy, the love and the blame. Or did he want to trade his older brother in for a newer model?...perhaps a sportier model or a one with a car. Or did he want to be traded himself?...perhaps he considered the grass to be greener somewhere else.
I may never know why he asked that question. Probably just as well…I might get lost if I try and dig too deep into his young mind. In the interim, I trust that he knows that he is my favorite seven-year-old son and there is nothing he could do to make me stop loving him!
I assured him that I only had two boys and we only had room in our house for two boys. He seemed satisfied with my response, but it made we wonder why he was asking. Did he want another brother?...someone to share the joy, the love and the blame. Or did he want to trade his older brother in for a newer model?...perhaps a sportier model or a one with a car. Or did he want to be traded himself?...perhaps he considered the grass to be greener somewhere else.
I may never know why he asked that question. Probably just as well…I might get lost if I try and dig too deep into his young mind. In the interim, I trust that he knows that he is my favorite seven-year-old son and there is nothing he could do to make me stop loving him!
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