The Gift of Brothers
Today,I went to pick up my oldest son, Adam, from Job Corps. It's only 5 minutes away, but miles and miles from the restrictions and schedules of life at home. He's on his own, making decisions that I have no say in. (He keeps reminding me.) I brought Noah with me to pick him up. Of all my children, Noah misses him most. We drove into the parking lot, watching the line of 'grown-up' children loaded down with their belongings. I saw Adam in line and walked toward him. He saw us and called to Noah. "Look," I bent down and pointed to his brother. Suddenly, his four-year-old legs took off running. He ignored the snow on the ground, making a beeline for his brother. "Adam! Adam!" he yelled as he ran. When he got close, Adam bent his 6 foot 4 inch frame to scoop him up in his arms. I resisted the urge to sit in the snow and cry. I never expected my children to always get along. I come from a family of 7 myself, so I know . And, I ...