Today, Luke brought his journal home from school. Sometimes he just writes what he wants, and sometimes his teacher gives him a writing prompt. She checks in with his writing in the journal periodically and leaves him notes in response.
To say that I was shocked by what I found in there would be an understatement. With his permission, I’m sharing this entry from 9.12.11…
Jackson Henry is my brother. I love him so much. Whenever I get home, he almost always greets me and wants me to play with him. He dosen’t sleep with me but he is right across from my room. The only thing I don’t like about him is he always makes noises in the night.* Usually, he wants to play with me and my brother Bennett. He’s only three, but still very kind and caring.
I don’t mean to be overly dramatic, but this made tears come to my eyes. I have high hopes for these three boys of mine to be best friends when they grow up, but there’s so much squabbling and bickering on a daily basis at this stage that the reminder right now that they love each other was pretty overwhelming.
I literally read this an hour after I said that if one of them punched the other again (right now, this is an issue between Bennett and Jack Henry, primarily), they were grounded from the Wii for a week AND they had to spend after-school playtime every single day of that week doing extra cleaning jobs around the house.
So to get such a lovely reminder of the bond that they already share was encouraging.
PS…no one punched someone else in the 4 hours of awake-time that remained after the threat. A tiny victory.
*If JH happens to take an afternoon nap, he occasionally lays in his bed that night and talks loudly to himself…the older boys don’t appreciate this much.