...and so the youngest has learned to do as his brother does💔
"Half for Ethan, half for me" he says as he places each "Skip" (crisp- which melt in the mouth 😉) carefully into his eldest brothers mouth.
...and so the youngest questions what Ethan was like "before".
"Did Ethan talk mammy?"
"Did Ethan run mammy?"
I nod .
"Did Ethan feed himself mammy?"
"Did Ethan go to the toilet mammy?"
"Ah that's sad mammy that Ethan can't do that anymore" he states while popping an extra 'Skip' into his own mouth.
"Mammy are you sad about that?"
I nod .
"Aw mammy, Ethan still laughs,here let me hug you"
I nod and open my arms up to my five year old who's learning to care for his 16 year old brother without even knowing it.
...and so the youngest begins to ask for stories about the Ethan before just so he can get to know the same Ethan as his older brother knows ...
I nod and take a breath and tell him about our four foot whirlwind Ethan and his adventures of long ago ...
He smiles and laughs while Ethan points and yells and I nod once more shaking the past off and forcing myself to be here in the now.
*Thinking of all my MPS families who have to watch a relentless syndrome take and take from their kiddies while trying hard to create an average childhood for their other kiddies - sending you all love and strength 💕💔
His hand reached up.Gently I held it.I bent down to his eye level.Quickly his other hand smashed into the side of my face.His boot cracked repeatedly off my shin bone. For a guy who stood at 4 ft 0 inches he had the strength of an Ox.He roared in my ear as I refused to let go of his other arm.I began to hum trying to help him regulate himself.I got closer to him.I moved quickly behind him restricting some of his movement for his safety and mine. [ 1,197 more word ] geraldinerenton.com/black-eyed-mammy/... See MoreSee Less