Brotherly Love

Hubby was carrying Robby out the front door of our building; I was taking Robby’s stroller/carseat and Sam out the back so I could use the wheel chair accessible ramp. I was walking in front of Sam with the stroller when I heard him fall on his way down the ramp. I let go of the stroller to turn around and help him up because he was clearly hurt and upset. When I started to get him up he became visibly more upset, trying to articulate something and pointing over my shoulder. Finally he found the words through his tears, “Wobby! Wobby!” I turned around to see what he was so upset about. When I let go of the stroller it had rolled down the ramp, down a small hill, and into a bush, where it now stood askew. Sam had forgotten that Robby was with Daddy and thought his brother had crashed into a bush, and that is what he was most concerned about even though his hands were quite skinned and bloody.

I don’t know if I should be really proud that he is such a protective and empathetic big brother, or if I should be really worried that he thinks his Mom would let his younger sibling fly down a hill in a stroller and crash into a bush.

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12 Responses

  1. Ha, sounds familiar.

  2. proud… no doubt on that head. Proud!

  3. Aww- so sweet. Just watch that bond keep growing as they get older. It will make your heart melt!

    Steph

  4. Ditto on Rod’s comment. Out of control strollers must run in the family.

  5. Proud. He loves his brother!

  6. That is so sweet!

  7. Sounds like he thinks he’s got Cruella de Vil for a mom :)

  8. Totally proud.

  9. poor little guy! i’m glad everone was ok!!

  10. Be proud.

  11. Give him another hug from me! :-)

  12. I think that is incredibly sweet. My son had a moment similar to that. I think Masyn was only like 5 weeks old and I had the brainiac idea to take them to the zoo. I was recovering from a c-section and infection so after three hours, I was exhausted and knew that I had pushed my limits. As I was attempting to put Masyn in the van, a big gust of wind blew the stroller across the parking lot. Meanwhile, Kaelen was screaming hysterically. Once I had secured my daughter into her seat I grabbed my son to find out what the issue was. It was then that he informed me that Masyn was on the other side of the parking lot and that a car was going to hit and hurt her.

    It just goes to show that you don’t have to be a parent to have that instaneous bond of unconditional love and wanting to protect that loved one always.

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