Just wanted to share a few of those moments that a mom treasures in her heart.  At the hospital with Jeremiah last weekend, he accidentally wet his underpants, which was not a good thing, as we didn't have a spare pair and he was wearing only them and a backless hospital gown.  He had trouble making it to the bathrrom with all of the IV fluids they were giving him.  And of course it didn't help that we had to slowly tote the whole IV pole with us when he had to go.  Benjamin didn't hesitate or wait to be asked.  He went into the bathroom, took his own underwear off, put his shorts back on, and gave Jerry his underwear to put on.  I thought that was so sweet.  That's truly being your brother's keeper!

Then , when we got home from the hospital and after dinner, Jonathan (on his own), got Jerry's bath ready, undressed him, completely bathed him, including getting all of the EEG glue out of his hair, and then dressed him in his pajamas.  It was so precious to hear him in there talking to Jerry while he gently rubbed the yuck out of his hair and washed him down.  And it was such an appreciated gesture, as I was exhausted!

Mind you, today they are arguing and back to getting on each other's nerves as only siblings can do, but the glimpse of compassion I saw the boys have with Jerry this last weekend was encouraging.  I've been told by other parents of ASD kids that God will use those diagnoses to cultivate compassion and patience in their siblings.  Still, I'm thankful to witness it.