I’ve always been so impressed with our biggest guy, Easton, when it comes to the way he interacts with his younger siblings. When they are babies, I catch him talking and smiling with them. Now that the boys are toddlers, they are constantly wrestling with him.
It makes me laugh, scares me to death, and fills my heart all at the same time.
I prayed for these babies to be loved by their older siblings and in so many ways, they’ve only exceeded my expectations.
It made me sad this past weekend when Easton said, “I’m not looking forward to the day when Langston is my age and knows I’m only his half brother and not his real brother.”
Part of that statement broke my heart because he’s right and yet it also made me love him so much more because it just proved how much he loves his siblings.
The little guys adore their older siblings. When Easton played tackle football, Langston was obsessed with all of his football gear. He couldn’t wait for the next chance he would get to wear his football helmet.
These days, even though we are between sports for Easton, Langston insists on wearing his baseball helmet. He wears it so often that I came around the corner the other day and saw Langston on the potty in the bathroom wearing the helmet! I still can’t stop laughing about it. He even wakes up from his nap wondering where the helmet is.
Langston and Riverson love playing volleyball in the living room or kitchen and it makes me smile every time I hear them say, “Ball’s up!” I don’t know if they have any idea what it means, but they learned it from watching Hallie’s volleyball team say it on the court.
I. LOVE. IT!
There’s this thing about “half siblings.”
I hate it.
I know it’s the technical term, but I feel like it lessens the bond between these siblings and I can’t stand that.
Maybe it’s because I grew up as a half sister to my three older brothers. I never called them my half brothers and they would never refer to me as their half sister.
At the end of the day, it’s not about having both of the same parents, it’s about the bond and the relationship created as they grow up being siblings.
Not “half siblings.”
One day the little ones will know they have a different mom from the big kids and they will understand why Hallie and Easton call me “Jamie.” I’m not looking forward to that day, but I hope by the time that day comes, they will be so obsessed with their older brother and sister that they won’t even blink an eye at that new information.
For now, I’m thankful. I’m thankful the big kids love these little ones so much that they never have any reason to believe they’re not loved the way a full brother or sister loves a sibling.