“Liora’s Needs
Food
Blankie
Sleep
A hug
Smile”
My heart ached in the best way. He’d been paying attention all along—watching how we cared for her, quietly taking notes in his own toddler way. This wasn’t just a big brother adjusting. This was a little boy deciding, in his own mind, that he was her protector.
Over the next few weeks, his care for her only grew. If she cried, he’d rush over with a gentle pat and say, “You okay, Liora?” Sometimes he’d hum the lullaby I usually played for her naps. Once, I even found him standing by her crib, just watching her sleep. When I asked why, he simply said, “I wanted to make sure she’s okay.”
One night, I woke to the sound of quiet sobbing. Expecting it to be Liora, I went to her room—but it was Ezra, standing beside her crib with tears on his cheeks.
“I just don’t want her to feel sad,” he whispered. “She’s too small. She can’t talk. I just want to help her.”
I hugged him close and told him the truth: he couldn’t always make everything better, but by loving her, he was already doing the most important thing. His little shoulders relaxed, and when I asked if he wanted to help feed her in the morning, he nodded with a small smile.
Not every moment was perfect. One afternoon, I found Ezra “instructing” his friend Mia on how to give Liora a bottle—complete with stern warnings that she was “doing it wrong.” We had a talk about trusting others to help, and he surprised me by apologizing to Mia right away. That was another lesson learned—caring for someone also means letting go of control.
Looking back, I see how much Ezra has grown. He’s still the energetic little boy who loves to race through the house, but now he carries this quiet sense of responsibility for his sister. And in caring for her, he’s learned lessons about patience, trust, and love that even some adults take years to understand.
It turns out, love isn’t always about big gestures. Sometimes, it’s a small list written in shaky handwriting. Sometimes, it’s standing guard by a crib in the middle of the night. And sometimes, it’s knowing when to step back and let someone else help.
Ezra has taught me that love is not just about protecting—it’s about growing together. And for that, I couldn’t be prouder of him.
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