They wrestled

They wrestled. I know it's the brother stereotype to wrestle and fight, but my boys are little more than babies. And they wrestled. Why are they growing up so fast?!?!

We've had many time before where David would attack Max and pin him to the ground and call it wrestling. We've always been strict about not doing that type of thing because Max never liked it (the tears were a dead giveaway). Last night though, Max was cracking up and David was being gentle. I was shocked. We sat in the living room with them to watch and supervise. They wrestled and tumbled their way around the room for a good 20 minutes. I'm still not clear what started it...I'm pretty sure Max was just itching for a fight or searching for attention or something. He started it though. I saw it with my own two eyes. My baby - not even 9 months yet - picked a fight with his 2 year old brother. David, being the big brother he is, did not disappoint. David almost seemed to know that he needed to be gentler than normal. Usually, his wrestling opponent is Daddy so he can really get rough, but it looked like he knew wrestling with Max was different. He'd advance with a gentle tackle or two then sit back and let Max get him. Max giggled so hard when he flopped on David's chest. David really loved how much it meant to Max to get him. He was so good about pretending to take a long time to get up while Max crawled over to him. Max would come charging as fast as his little hands and knees would take him then lunge at David. They'd tumble around laughing, growling and grunting for a minute or two then seperate and start all over.

As expected, David won hands down, but I don't think Max minded. He was really happy just to be playing with his brother. There is something so special about the bond between brothers. Looking at their teeny little faces light up with excitement last night was just about too much. They love each other so much already. Watching my husband's face was almost as fun. He had an expression I've never seen before. It was definitely love for his kiddos and amusement at the spur of the moment fight, but there was something more too. Reminiscing about the fights he had with his own brother? Pride over his boys hitting the milestone of their first wrestling match with their brother? I don't know. It seemed almost like a right of passage for Max and David. David put Max in his place by beating him so easily, but he was quick to show Max love by helping him up at the end. Pretty classic example of brotherly love if you ask me.