It’s not for the 1st time this month that I’ve written about the bond between my sons. I’m in awe how well my older 2 have taken to the adjustment as a family of 5 and how easily they accepted a baby into the family.
Tween has inherited the gentle, nurturing gene that both my Dad and Grandad had. He fusses and soothes his baby brother in a way that melts my heart. The clasp of hands and stare of adoration show the love and care that he has in ways that need no words.
I don’t get to photograph my Teenager as much as Baby and Tween, he lives in fear of any photographs ending up on Facebook (or Wicked Wednesday) with out his pre hair rub and clothing seal of approval. Most photos I do manage to snap, are of him wearing his hood up hiding from the world and all its irritation. (Why are teenagers easily irritated? I put it down to a mixture of hormones and tiredness.) The touching moments when he is with his siblings are ruined by the mere flick or my hand towards my camera so I was lucky to get this one of the 3 of them at Baby’s Christening. But what it does show is the protection and proud ness he feels for his youngest sibling. He’s not phased to be seen out and about carrying him, the first thing he does after a long day at school is to seek him out, cuddle, chat and blow raspberries. His annoyance at his Tween brother is lessening. They share a love of computer games, it’s their common ground of which I’m strangely thankful of. Tween idolizes him and everything he does. In a recent hero theme day in school he went as his brother on the grounds that he’d know nothing about Minecraft, XBox or skateboarding if it wasn’t for him.
I’m linking in with the Siblings Project to capture my boys each month and remind myself how special the relationship is which they share, with the hope that when the going gets tough, I can pop back and remind myself how the good times look.