This bond between them is something I marvel at daily. It’s an unspoken language, a connection so deep that it feels like it’s woven into the very fabric of who they are. He loves her back, but in his way.
Sometimes he asks where she is when she’s not around. It’s a quick question and he often doesn’t care to hear the answer but it as if the world isn’t quite right without her presence.
It’s as if she’s his anchor, keeping him grounded in a world that can often feel overwhelming. When she’s hurt or mad, he feels it too, his emotions so closely tied to hers that it’s as if their hearts connect.
But like all siblings, they fight. They have their moments of frustration, of anger, of “leave me alone” and “don’t touch my stuff.” Those moments are inevitable, a natural part of growing up together.
Yet, what I find most beautiful is how they always find their way back to one another. It’s in those quiet reconciliations, those wordless apologies, sudden giggle from they other room that says “all is well, now” that I see their love. It’s not perfect, but it’s real.
It’s love. Sibling love, done their way. With a little typical and some autism mixed in. It’s messy and complicated, but it’s theirs.
And as their mother, I’m just grateful to witness it, to watch this bond grow and evolve, to see the way they hold onto each other through all of life’s ups and downs. In them, I see a love that is enduring, a love that is fiercely protective, and a love that, no matter what, always finds its way.
Written by Jaime Ramos of Jaime Ramos Writes
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