There are many days when my four and a half year old is exactly like any other four and a half year old. Bubby vacillates between being extremely curious and asking a million questions to being cranky because the dog looked at him wrong to being fun to hang out with while building with Duplos. There are days he throws fits or has an attitude. Many of those days he reminds me of a mini (yet male) version of myself.
And then there are days when I am amazed by my preschooler.
While Bugaboo had a meltdown at the dinner table over not enough Parmesan cheese on his spaghetti, Bubby took it in stride. We ended up having to remove our youngest from the table, and Bubby calmly told us that makes him grumpy when such things happen. He asks questions about why Bug's behaviors happen, and we do our best to answer. He doesn't get as upset as I know I would when it seems like sometimes a little brother is given more leeway for things.
When Bugaboo rejoined us for dinner he started flapping his arms and repeating words, and for some reason that made me cry tonight. It doesn't always. Bubby got up from his chair, gave me a hug and said, "You're my cutest Mommy." I'm not sure what other mommies he has he is comparing me to, but I'll take the compliment. He cheered loudly for Bug when he had a pretty good go at a fork tonight, and he helped clean up a puzzle that wasn't his mess even though I said he didn't have to.
I know what it's like to be the oldest, and I also know what it's like to have a little brother. But I don't know what it is like to have a little brother with special needs. I have no idea what the future will look like for their relationship as brothers, but I am thankful for this good start. I am thankful for the kind heart I see in my four year old.