My boys are almost exactly 6 months apart in age.
And for the the 1st six months that they lived in the same house, I honestly wasn't sure they would both make it. I had moments where I wondered what I had been smoking to think that it was a good idea to have two boys so close in age. Neither one liked each other. Neither one was happy about their new family arrangements.
Until about 6 months in.
Then it was like something sort of clicked for both of them. I think they had finally resigned themselves to the fact that neither one of them was going anywhere, so why not join forces to overtake the family?!
Ever since that six month mark, they have been brothers and buddies and truly the best of friends. Yes, they fight sometimes and they get mad at each other...and then they promptly apologize by some unknown (to me) ritual of unspoken words and shrugs and grunts and slaps on the back...and all is right in their little circle.
I now wonder what I had been smoking to think that I wouldn't have wanted two boys so close in age.
As of May 6, 2013 my boys now share something even more awesome than a last name...they share a Heavenly Father. Jeremiah got to lead them both (in the living room after some intense dinner conversation) to start their journey of following Christ.
Not only brothers by adoption, but brothers by The Adopter.
You haven't received the spirit of slaves that leads you into fear again. Instead, you have received the spirit of God's adopted children by which we call out, "Abba! Father!"