He’s got your back

Lincoln is a good big brother.

Of that there is no question. He is always looking out for his little buddy, "Cwish." He will grab a cracker and break it in half to share. If he's asking for milk, he makes sure to ask on Christian's behalf as well. In fact, if he's ever eating anything…he wants his little bro to join in the fun. I think he loves to be in cahoots with someone. Christian doesn't mind one bit.

I, for one, am really…no extremely glad that Christian has someone like Lincoln looking out for him. Here's a little example of why.

Just a few days ago both boys were out playing in the backyard. As usual, I will periodically call out their names just to make sure all is well. I was standing at the kitchen sink making dinner when I heard a clank from the back gate. A clank is never a good sound when Christian is involved. I quickly went over to the back door and yelled out their names. Lincoln answered, but the voice was little too faint. "Oh no," I thought as I bolted to the front door, threw it open and ran out into the front yard.

There, in the middle of the driveway, was Lincoln sitting on the ground with his hands gripping Christian's ankles. He was holding on with all his might while Christian was on all fours lunging (with all his might) toward the road and trying to break free from the grasp. Lincoln turned to me and yelled out frantically, "Mom! Cwish is trying to go in the stweet!"

I ran and scooped Christian up into my arms just as Lincoln let go with a sigh of relief.

I turned to Lincoln and grinned. "You are a hero, Linc! Thank you for taking good care of your brother."

He beamed. And I breathed a sigh of relief too.

I'm glad he's got Christian's back. And I'm sure someday Christian will be glad too.