When Brother was 3, Sister arrived. I loved the idea of Sister having a big brother. You see, I had always wanted a big brother. Then, at age 6, Brother had is autism diagnosis. My illusions of the future were shattered. I thought, Brother will never be the big brother I'd envisioned. I would see other brothers his age engaging their little baby sister (or brother) and I'd grieve inside.
Today, Honey had to see a doctor because she's been quite ill. It turned out to be an ear infection. When the doctor called for us, we trooped (all 5 of us) towards the offices in the clinic. I looked behind me to make sure they were all following behind and my heart leapt for joy. Brother was holding onto Honey's hand as a gesture of comfort. He may not always show his affection for his sisters like neurotypical big brothers, but he does know how come through in the clutch. Brother blesses us in so many ways that I really shouldn't grieve. I need to be thankful for who he is. And, I am.