He’s My Brother
“I miss my buddy Austin,” Tyler (four) wailed. I had taken Tyler to a classmate’s birthday party. There were dozens of little boys, games to play, and pizza and cake to eat. But Tyler wanted none of it. “Why couldn’t I just stay home and play with Austin?” Tyler asked sadly.
I explained that we were invited, we were here, and we would make the best of it. Tyler did have a very good time, playing with one of his closest friends, but he wasn’t sad when it was time to go home.
Later that night, I compared notes with my husband. Mike reported that Austin (two) had said the same things. “Why couldn’t Tyler’s friends come to play here?” he asked, crying. “I miss my buddy Tyler.”
It’s an important goal of mine for Tyler and Austin to be close, to watch out for each other, and to love each other. Mike and I have stressed the positives in Tyler and Austin’s relationship, such as pointing out, “Look how happy you made your brother” when one of them makes the other smile and referring to them as “your buddy” or “your brother.” A brother is a friend who never has to go home.