A Different Kind Of Love

It was love at first sight
The moment I saw you
So perfect and small
I immediately knew
That I would love you forever
You were in mum’s arm
Couldn’t wait to bring you home
And shower you with love.

How the years have flown by
I stare in amazement
At the man you’ve become
Though I can’t hold back the tears
Tear of happiness
But also a hidden sadness
Wish that mum could see you now.

My love and prayers are always with you
I’ve loved you your whole life
And will continue to do so till the end of mine.

Did you think this was going to be another nauseating post about how much I love my husband?? Haha! I do indeed love him very much, but this is dedicated to my baby brothers. I’ve been missing them a lot. There was a time when I spent every free moment with them, it wasn’t important what we did, only that we did it together. It’s hard to believe almost ten years have passed since I got married and moved away. They’ve also grown up and are busy with their own lives. Don’t get me wrong, I still see them and speak to them, but it’s not the same.

Being an older sister is like a taste of motherhood – you’re protective of your younger siblings, you love them more than you love anyone else, it doesn’t matter what they do, the love is unconditional, but they can also be annoying and you discipline them when needed. My older sister is a perfect example of what an older sister should be. She’s always looked out for us, she’s kind, she calls me every day just to check up on me, she’s the best! In short, she’s been a mother to the three of us since mum passed away, but I’ll save that story for another time.

Back to my brothers – they were the cheekiest, naughtiest boys you can ever imagine. They were always up to mischief, toys everywhere, fighting with us and each other. As luck would have it, my two boys are carbon copies of their uncles! I watch my boys playing and am reminded of my brothers. They not only look like them, but have the same personalities and traits. Fifteen years ago, I used to do the school run with my brothers, help them with their homework, go to their parent’s evening, and eventually their university open days… I’ve come full circle and have started doing the all the same things with my son (although university open days are a while away!). I wonder where all the time went, and look back fondly on our memories together. My brothers will always be babies to me…

You outgrew my lap, but never my heart.

– Author unknown.

 

 

12 thoughts on “A Different Kind Of Love

  1. ” family the foundation we build so we can all walk our paths of our journey in peace, then bring this foundation into Society, so we can all be stronger and better for whatever that may cross our paths”.

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