“They’ll take care of each other like that forever” is what my Dad told me when I text him a picture of Lanagan reading to Cooper on the apartment stairway.
After a long day at work, a check-up at the house and racing to pick up the boys, when we finally arrived home, Cooper was unhappy about something, I honestly don’t remember what. In his anger, he refused to come upstairs into the apartment.
Apparently sitting down in the entry landing, next our cats litter box, was his way of taking a stand. I’ll have to talk to him about taking a stand in places that are feces free in the future.
In an overly exhausted voice, I begged and pleaded for him to come up. I’d spent the day taming teenagers, I didn’t have any patience left in the tank, so I gave up, and Lanagan noticed me giving up.
When I wasn’t looking, he grabbed a few of Cooper’s favorite books, a drink, a snack and a blanket and headed down the stairs to entertain his brother.
Whispers of I got you a snack, Cooper peppered with little boy laughter as Lanagan read aloud (by heart) one of their favorite books. I sat at the top of the stairs and just watched the two of them.
It didn’t matter that the noodles were overflowing on the stove. That there were lunches to pack for the next day. That there were coats and gloves waiting to be hung, so they could dry out for morning.
I didn’t worry about any of it. I let my daily to-do list take a backseat, and I just stood there in awe of my boys. I sent a message to Charlie to remind him how amazing of a family we have.
How our boys have a bond like no other. The two of them together – they make me laugh, they make me smile, they sometimes push my patience to the very edge, yet they know just the point to jump in and come to the others (and my) rescue.