My dear one looks at his brothers and cannot help but compare.
It is what we do. We compare.
It’s early, 6:30 AM, and a Monday. I’m capturing a few minutes of early-hour quiet before the Fabulous-5 crawl out of bed and head for our room for Good Morning Hugs. I hear a shuffle along the wood floor just as I am about to turn on the hair dryer. The quiet voice in my head turns loud in an instant. Hurry!!!! Start blow drying you hair before you lose your chance!
I click on the heat with my right hand and position my hairbrush with my left, tilting my head sideways as he walks in. He bumps up against me, nudging me a few inches left, and I give. These growing high and strong boys have taught me a few lessons in the last couple of years. If my natural reaction isn’t just a bit of body give when they lean in close, I risk getting knocked down or tripping over my own two feet.
Moving over to afford him space, he files in next to me. He’s standing still. Not asking for a hug or a backscratch. He’s quiet. Not asking for help with hot water for breakfast making. He’s focused and still and quiet.
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