Its starting

As a parent of two boys the dream is that some day I can leave the room and let them play together and not worry that one boy will kill the other or that the play session won't end in howls of pain or disappointment.  

This Saturday morning, with Mom at the grocery, we played around the house.  At the Lego table there was something like agreement.  Maybe not actual agreement, more like detente.  Then we went upstairs and rolled around on our bed and then Isaac's bed.  It was here that I stepped back and watched.  They played for a good twenty to thirty minutes without howls of pain or despair.  Isaac wasn't exactly babying Ethan, but he wasn't his normal wrecking ball self.  I did tell them that if Ethan said stop and Isaac didn't stop that I would force him to stop, but even with that promise, which Ethan might have taken advantage of, we had only two instances when I had to interfere.  

So slowly Isaac is starting to see Ethan as a playmate and Ethan is no longer wary of his brother's every move.  Today it was wrestling, tomorrow it might be Lego, eventually it would be nice to have them in the backyard while Bianca and I, God forbid, have two minutes of quiet in the house.  I don't wish the noise away, not at all (it will be soon enough that they are teenagers wanting to avoid us), but the perpetual screaming and yelling is, after months, fraying.  

Here's to brothers playing with each other.