Bickering. Fighting. Demanding.
I actually like hearing the boys get a good fight going. If I stifle it too much... They simply won't learn to fight for something. To find the words to get what they want. To know when to give in. Or to know when to give up.
There's been a lot of fighting.
But there has also been a lot of standing next to each other as brothers.
My two boys... Standing next to each other against the world.
Knowing innately that they belong. That they have a place.
Fight away boys. Cos I know you love each other.