Friday night, I wrote the previous post “Life as she knows it” about Genevieve. Harry couldn’t sleep and was snuggled up with me at my parent’s house as Genevieve dreamed and I poured out some of my thoughts. He rested his head against my arm and read along as I typed.
When I paused, he turned towards me and said, “Mommy, you wrote all of that?”. It was both an odd and an amazing experience all at the same time.
I could hear the pride in his voice. He seemed impressed with the words on the screen.
Harry is growing up right before my eyes. He wasn’t jealous that I was writing about Genevieve, he appreciated the journey that she has been on – the journey that we all have been on together.
He has such a caring heart. Twins – together from the beginning, connected in a way that I cannot explain. Over the past year, there have been times when Genevieve has struggled with all that we have asked her to face and Harry has waited by her side patiently as we focused our efforts on her. Last night, when Genevieve was too scared to go to bed, Harry told her not to worry – that he would be on the top bunk if she needed him. It is going to be a sad day when he moves to his own room.
My children are not perfect – they argue and fight, they become angry when they feel that the other is getting more attention or a special treat. They also giggle uncontrollable and get the other going as I stand in the middle of the room pulling my hair out knowing that I am no longer in charge – unsure whether to cry or laugh with them. My little man – we are so blessed.