I called him over to the area where we change his diapers and as I began the process once again, trying to count how many diapers I must have changed in the past two and a half years, I began to rant and rave about how tired I was of changing stinky, yucky, diapers, and how I wish he'd learn to go on the potty, and how sick I was of buying diapers, and blah, blah, blah. As if the two year-old cares.
All of a sudden, I hear a sweet little voice say, "Mom, do you want me to change Caden? I will if you want me to."
Guilt filled my head and heart as I thought about how silly it was to complain about this task. It is, after all, part of the job description.
I gently replied, "No, no Cody. It's okay. You don't have to do it. It's mommy's job. I really shouldn't have said that to Caden. I'm sorry."
Fast forward to tonight, just about an hour ago. I was fixing dinner, and all of a sudden Cody came into the kitchen and he said, "Mom, do you want me to put this in the garbage or should I take it outside?" I stopped and turned to see him holding a diaper. After recovering from the shock of it all, I walked in to see that Cody had changed Caden and even got him dressed and back in his clothes. He didn't just change a wet diaper. He had changed a dirty one!!!
Strange as it sounds, I was so humbled that Cody had done this for me. Without even asking, knowing I was working to make dinner in kitchen, he took it upon himself to serve his brother.
Now that's what I call brotherly love.
Be devoted to one another in brotherly love. Honor one another above yourselves.