Looking at my 20 week scan picture 6 years ago I knew I was staring at a little baby boy. I was so confident in my judgment that despite telling everyone I had only bought gender natural colours such as lemon, white and cream, I had secretly bought a little blue knitted cardigan and tucked it away keeping my hunch firmly to myself.
The same however, can’t be said of my second baby. I had absolutely no gut feelings, and felt a strong desire to find out so that I could not only prepare myself, but also my 5 year old son who was absolutely desperate by this point for a baby brother.
When, on the 6th of November James was born and we were finally able to bring him home, I have never looked more lovingly and passionately at anyone as I did at the two little people curled up together on our bed – my sons. That is why I have such an intense desire for them to get along, and love one another.
I am one of three children, but the only girl, and I have always looked on with envy at the relationship lots of my friends and relatives have with their same sex siblings. There is no doubt that I love my brothers and we have a close bond however, our conversations rarely go deeper than what our children are getting up to, and our get togethers are usually masterminded by the close friendship I am lucky enough to have with my sister in laws.
As always in our celebrity culture we hear of famous relationships that make us wish for the same family ethos and bond as those of Andy and Jamie murray, Gary and Phil Neville and of course princes William and Harry. However, these high profile siblings seem to have a close relationship that has been maintained by their love of sport or their Royal position.
What however, if my sons or yours have few common interests and don’t have such a strong familial connection? Don’t get me wrong, I’m not wanting my two boys to be joined at the hip and masterminding the next pioneering invention together, Wright brother style but, I do want them to be as happy as they are now together right through into adulthood and beyond. I want they to have respect for each other, I want them to question anyone’s negative judgement of the other and as a consequence reinforce the positives, most of all I want them to meet up and go for a beer and have fun together.
I am so excited about the prospect of them both walking down the stairs on Christmas Day together when James is older. I can’t wait for James to be wearing an old hand-me-down jumper of Isaac’s and I even look forward to when they are plotting behind my back together about how they can sneak sweets before dinner. Because that is what brothers do, they stick together, watch each other’s backs, and have a camaraderie that will mature irrespectively of whatever paths they both take in their professional and personal lives.
As their mummy I will naturally encourage their close relationship, and hope that in the years to come they will be hatching plans to meet up, when they have children of their own for that sneaky beer or two!