Nothing quite compares to watching them interact. Ellis, not even two, is already starting to take on the roll of guardian, encourager and helper.
The thing with growing up with a special needs sibling is that he doesn’t know any different. He doesn’t see Evie’s inabilities first, like most kids do. He doesn’t care that she can’t tell us what she needs or wants or can’t feed herself her snacks because he is ever-willing to jump in and fill that gap. (Don’t get me wrong, he is still very much a toddler and needs reminders that you can’t wrestle Evie-that’s reserved for playtime with Daddy).
All he sees is Evie’s kindness, love and what she can do. To Ellis, Evie isn’t different, weird or disabled. To him, she’s just “Eh-yee” who loves to give him hugs, kisses and needs his help occasionally. His heart for her is something truly amazing.