My boys. My cute little oh so rotten boys. My four year old boys. My world.
When I was growing up I dreamt of having twins. When I did have children I had one daughter and then three years later one son. Twins did not happen for me naturally. Instead God gave me “twins” in a different way.
Big Al came to us when he was two days old. Elmo made his grand appearance when he was three weeks old. The two of them bonded like nothing I’ve ever seen. They were raised as brothers and seeing that they are only eight days apart they were raised as twins. They sat up days apart, they crawled hours apart, they even walked days apart. They formed a special language that only they understood. In every aspect of the word they were twins. When they were babies people would stop us and ask if they were twins even though they look nothing alike. Nowadays they have each other’s backs in everything they do. It’s truly a special bond they have.
Over the weekend all of our boys received hair cuts. Elmo and Wild Man always do a buzz cut while Big Al goes with just a trim to keep his curls. This weekend however that all changed. After Elmo was finished Big Al insisted he wanted his hair cut just like his brothers. I love his curls and when he begged me the last time I told him no. He has beautiful hair. I could not bring myself to just cut it all off. He received his usual trim and was fine with the end result. This past weekend he begged again. And again I said no. Then he said he just wanted to look like his brothers. He crossed his little hands and looked up at me with those big brown eyes and said Please momma I look like Elmo please? I looked and my husband and sighed. It’s only hair right? He was so excited as the clippers cut away at his long locks. When he was finished he raced to the bathroom mirror to see what he looked like. In his sweet little voice he said I look like Elmo, we can play tricks now.
They were so excited to trick their teacher this morning. As I pulled up to drop them off I rolled my window down to give their teacher the heads up about the boys plan. When she opened the door she pretended not to know who was who. The boys just laughed and giggled. Elmo finally said it’s me see I got’s glasses on. They walked into class feeling confident in their clever plan.
Pure innocence of a child. They do not see their differences. They do not see their eyes are not the same, nor their skin color, nor their hair color or that one wears glasses while the other one does not. When they look at each other all they see it their brother not their differences. Nothing but Love.
We all could learn a thing or two from them. Love is greater than blood.
Adoption is beautiful. It brings together boys meant to be brothers.