When I was born, my half-sister was eleven. I adored her more than any human that had ever lived. My heart was never so broken as when she scolded me. It only happened twice. Because she spent most of her time with her mom, she was more like an aunt than a sister. When she left home for the big bad world when I was seven, I hardly ever saw her anymore.
One of the challenges I faced bringing Jonah here was how he would fit into our family dynamic. Tessa, his next older sibling, is four and a half years older than him. When Ethan, the oldest, graduates high school, Jonah will not even be in Kindergarten yet. I want him to know his brothers, but they will be up and out in no time.
It feels like I blinked and Ethan went from being a wee babe like Jonah, to being a young man.
Yesterday Ethan fell asleep with Jonah, who suddenly looked like his mini-me. I had to snap a picture of the moment to freeze it in time. The sound of the camera woke Ethan, who mumbled "No blog!"
I imagine that Ethan and Jonah will carve out their own kind of relationship. It won't be the kind that Ethan had with Adam, with wrestling, teasing, legos and skateboards, but it will be special in it's own way. But I better try hard to blink less, or it might blast by. (Oh, and if you talk to Ethan, don't snitch on me.)