My Nine-Year-Old Laid $146 of His Birthday Money on the Kitchen Table and Begged to Stay One More Month. My Husband and His Mother Fell Silent. I Had Never Agreed to Send Him Anywhere, but What My Son Said His Father Told Him Changed Everything…
“Of course she’s smiling at you, honey, you’re her big brother and she adores you,” I told him, leaning in the doorway.
He stood up tall and puffed out his chest with enormous pride before glancing over at Mason, who was still fast asleep under his flannel swaddle.
“When the twins get bigger, Mom, do you think they’ll want to play baseball with me in the backyard?” he asked curiously.
“Maybe they will, Austin, or maybe they’ll want to play soccer, or paint pictures, or do something totally different,” I answered honestly.
“What on earth are we going to do if neither of them likes baseball at all?” he asked, looking truly worried at the thought.