This morning I woke up…nose stuffy, throat sore, head hurting.
I unfolded myself from my cocoon and slowly trudged out of bed….
Coach had film study and “See you at the Pole” early this morning, so he had already left for work.
Half asleep, I headed down the hall to my 13-year-old’s room first to wake her up…
Then to my older boys’ room.
I walked into the dark room, barely able to see, and noticed someone stirring right next to my feet. I almost stepped on him.
I sighed realizing that my 3-year-old had yet again, made his way into “the brothers” room, and found a spot on the floor. His older brother must have kicked him out of his bed.
Every day, he asks, “Mom, I got school day?”
Translated that means, “Is tonight a school night?”
On the weekends, he gets to make a spot right between his two brothers’ beds on the floor.
Petey often joins in on the fun.
But on school nights, he is supposed to sleep in his own room.
That never works out. At some point in the middle of the night, he crawls into bed with my 10-year-old….his hero…
I carefully picked him up, along with his best friend, Pluto, and gently walked over to his room to put him back in his bed.
One night, I heard a lot of noise coming from the boys’ room after I had put everyone to bed. In hopes they would settle themselves, I waited a few minutes. Still loud and rambunctious, I marched in and told them in my very best mom-voice, to “GO TO SLEEP!”
They both stopped in their tracks and looked at me guiltily, “Yes, ma’am.” I thought that was that.
As soon as I closed the door, and my feet hit the top of the stairs, I heard very loud laughter. Not happy, I marched back in again…
They both looked terrified, and nodded in unison as I, yet again, got on to them. Just as I turned to leave, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. Something was stirring under my 10-year-old’s covers.
I looked closer and noticed that he had his covers pulled up higher than usual, and he was looking quite suspicious.
I walked towards him, and discovered he was hiding my 3-year-old….and had been hiding him for who knows how long.
Having a hard time keeping a straight face, I managed a light hearted scolding and sent them all off to their own beds.
I laugh as I think back on that…those sweet boys trying to cover for each other, literally.
I try to teach our kids that no matter what, we stand behind our brothers and sister….no matter what happens in life, the people in this house are who we should be able to count on to support us and love us unconditionally.
Often they fight, like normal siblings do, and I feel like I am constantly reminding them of this.
So things like this makes my heart smile….just knowing how much they love and want to be near each other.
Coach made this up for our family. It’s a secret code that basically means, we are a team and we stick together as a family….
“Two are better than one because they have a good reward for their efforts. For if either falls, his companion can lift him up; but pity the one who falls without another to lift him up. Also, if two lie down together, they can keep warm; but how can one person alone keep warm? And if someone overpowers one person, two can resist him. A cord of three strands is not easily broken.”