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.
Ha, sounds familiar.
Comment by Rod — October 30, 2007 @ 3:43 pm
proud… no doubt on that head. Proud!
Comment by bon — October 30, 2007 @ 3:45 pm
Aww- so sweet. Just watch that bond keep growing as they get older. It will make your heart melt!
Steph
Comment by Adventures In Babywearing — October 30, 2007 @ 4:16 pm
Ditto on Rod’s comment. Out of control strollers must run in the family.
Comment by jaybee4000 — October 30, 2007 @ 5:45 pm
Proud. He loves his brother!
Comment by tracey — October 31, 2007 @ 2:30 am
That is so sweet!
Comment by Goofball — October 31, 2007 @ 3:09 am
Sounds like he thinks he’s got Cruella de Vil for a mom
Comment by Michelle at Scribbit — October 31, 2007 @ 6:46 pm
Totally proud.
Comment by Mama D — November 1, 2007 @ 4:58 am
poor little guy! i’m glad everone was ok!!
Comment by sari — November 2, 2007 @ 3:50 am
Be proud.
Comment by gretchen from lifenut — November 2, 2007 @ 4:29 am
Give him another hug from me!
Comment by Cmommy — November 4, 2007 @ 5:58 pm
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.
Comment by Allie — November 5, 2007 @ 12:08 pm