The little boys are not good eaters.
When I say "not good eaters," I really mean it.
It is a struggle every single day.
On Sunday, Jackson sat on the corner of the dinner table - between Ethan and I.
Jackson finished his dinner, like the rest of us.
Then, he literally sat at the table for over an hour and talked to Ethan about the importance of eating.
He told him some far-off stories that were actually pretty incredible.
Something about how when he eats and gives himself strength, he is also giving his "protector" strength and his protector keeps him from having night terrors and so he needs to eat and be strong so his protector can be strong whilst he is sleeping.
Ethan ATE that story up!
He ended up finishing his dinner - albeit looooooong after the rest of us.
Last night, he was eating really well.
I told him that I would tell Jackson.
He wanted me to take a picture and send it to Jackson instead.
Jackson's response, "Atta boy!"
We really have no idea the impact we can make on lives when we spend our time focused on them.
Ethan just adores Jackson.
I mean, who doesn't?!
But that little bit of time with Ethan in the big scheme of things made all the difference!
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