Brothers

I was extremely nervous about how Michael would react to having a sibling in the house.

7 years is a long time to go as an only child.

And not only was he an only child... he was the center of pretty much everyone's attention.

He was the only grandchild.

He was the only nephew.

And I had no idea how he was going to react to a baby in the house that required alot of attention, care, and love.

About three weeks before Matthew's arrival, I went into premature labor. Thankfully they were able to stop the contractions. But that set us into overdrive. We had a nursery to finish. Supplies to purchase. Baby clothes to wash. Everything began to revolve around preparing for Matthew to arrive. And Michael started to act up.

Notes started to come home from school.

We noticed Michael fighting with his friends in our front yard.

He was clingy, whiny and needy.

And that had me worried. Real worried.

And to be completely honest. I was worried about myself and my relationship with Michael.

7 years of Michael being my only baby.

7 years of clinging to this child for dear life.

7 years of fighting for him, loving him, needing nothing more than his little arms around my neck to make all things right with the world.

Would things change?

Did I have enough love to go around?

Would I have be able to give Michael the attention he needed?

Would he resent me for bringing another child into our family?

Once Matthew was born, the first thing my husband and I did, was have Michael brought to the hospital.

And he played peek a boo with his infant brother.

And he asked if he could hold him.

And he took his brother into his arms like he'd always been there.

And that was it...

The love was there between them.

It just came naturally.

And I found out that a mother's love is infinite.

There is more than enough to go around.