In those first moments, I feared all the things they may be wouldn't get to experience together as brothers. I focused on the "won'ts, can'ts, shouldn'ts, could'ves." In retrospect, it took a three year old to teach me the "wills, cans, coulds, and shoulds" of a brotherhood. With or without a diagnosis, brothers teach one other, learn together, and live a life full of happiness, challenges, triumphs, fights, boogers, messes, and everything in between.
One year later, Nolan is a typical four year old who has heard the term Down Syndrome, knows his brother goes to therapy, and knows he wears blue glasses to help him see better. He's more concerned with the toys Miles is trying to steal or chew on, is overly cautious of his little brother's super gross reflux capabilities, and other typical baby "aromas" he produces.
When Miles was born, his eyes begged us to love him and cherish him, even though he wasn't what we expected. His older brother expected him all along, and knew just what to do and say upon being promoted in his new brotherly role. Sometimes superheros don't wear capes, don't fly, and don't always save the world. But they can help save a Mommy's heart, and soar in just when they're needed the most.