I have two beautiful boys:4-year-old Big Brother and 6 month-old Baby. They adore each other.
Baby’s face lights up every time he sees Big Brother, and I can already read the look on his face when Big Brother runs past. “I want to do what he’s doing.”
Big Brother is desperate for Baby to be able to play with him. “Can Baby watch TV with me?” “Can Baby sit with me?” “Can I give Baby this food/toy/pirate treasure?”
Big Brother was singing and dancing for Baby’s amusement a few days ago when he gave me a puzzled look and asked, “Why does Baby love me so much?”
“Because you’re his big brother,” I said. “Because he thinks you’re great, and he likes to be with you, and wants to do the things you do.”
He looked at me like I’d completely missed the point of the question. I probably had. “Yes, but why does he love me so much?”
Now, I’m no stranger to tricky questions and I usually stick to age-appropriate honesty for my answers. But this wasn’t a question I could answer with honesty. I didn’t really know the answer. I mean, it’s one of the big ones, isn’t it? What’s the meaning of life? Why do we fall in love? Where do butterflies go when it rains?
But I digress.
I was completely stumped, so I turned to the method I used to use when I was asked a difficult question back in my (paid) working days. “Well, you love me, don’t you?”
“So, why do you love me so much?”
He didn’t even hesitate. He just looked at me with his beautiful, blue eyes and gave me a better answer than I could have imagined.
“Because I can feel you in my heart.”