happened last night. At bedtime, DS1 insisted on reading DS2’s bedtime story. At first DS2 looked on with suspicion.
Whine, whinge, moan….until…..
He heard DS1 starting to read. Full of expression and pride, DS1 continued with the 123 book. By page 2 DS2 was hooked and joining in.
My beautiful boys sharing a beautiful moment of brotherhood. They had forgotten I was in the room.
I tipee toed out of the bedroom leaving my boo boos to get on with it.
Outside the bedroom door, I almost burst with happiness. But the golden moment was tinged with a little sadness at their independence….