I have always wanted a sibling. I remember begging for one as a child. I was not even picky, I would have gladly welcomed a brother or sister. Growing up I was so jealous of all my friends whose mommies had babies giving them the precious gift of siblings. Even as a teenager and young adult I desired this companionship, especially when my momma was sick and later when she passed away. I know that God has a reason for me being an only child and I trust HIS will far beyond my own selfish desires. However, I can't deny the fact that my longing for siblings has directly influenced the choices I have made as an adult and as a parent. I would assume that most of you reading this (what like all 5 of you!) know me well and in turn know that I want a house full of children. I have always said I wanted 6 kids or as many as God entrusts us with....a lot of people tell me I am crazy when they hear me say this. "How will I ever send them to college?" "What about weddings and cars?" You know, I'm not sure about all that. I am sure though that God will never give me more than I can handle. Maybe 2 babies will be it or maybe 10. I place no limits on a LIMITLESS GOD. The Bible tells us that, "Son are a heritage for the Lord, children a reward from him."
Back to siblings, I still miss the bond sisters and brothers share. I love to watch Manning and Myers together. They seem to innately know that they share something that no one else has...the same mommy and daddy. Manning takes such good care of his baby brother. From the very first moment he saw Myers he wanted to protect him. When Manning came to the hospital to see Myers for the first time, they still had him in the nursery and he was of course crying. Manning, peering through the glass at this tiny being, got very upset and proceeded to search for a pappy for his new brother. How many other babies were in that same nursery screaming their heads off? There had to be at least a few. However, Manning only cared about helping his brother. Now almost 11 months later, Manning is still quick to bring Myers toys, pacifiers, or anything else it takes to make him happy. When we were trying to get Myers to sleep, Manning would get so upset hearing his brother cry. "Mommy, go get brother! He is crying!"
The love goes both ways. Myers adores Manning. We love to sit in the next room and listen to the two of them play and laugh together. When Manning is not home, Myers is constantly looking for him.
I love the love they share and I am so grateful that God has blessed us with these two sweet boys.
