Three years after Whitney was born with all of her complications and challenges, Melanie and I welcomed a son to our family. We named him Liam in the hope that someday he can help be a protector for his older sister. Liam is a short form of William or Wilhelm, which means willing protector in German.
Liam is just turning seven but we're already seeing inklings of his ability to look after Whitney. The other night as I was tucking Whit in for bed, Liam came in and asked her if she would like him to read her a story. She nodded and Liam picked up Fox in Socks, one of Whitney's favorite books. Liam proceeded to sit down on the night stand next to Whitney's bed, reading and showing her the pictures. I stood quietly in the doorway to Whit's room and listened.
Moments like this are still pretty rare in our home, but Liam seems to innately comprehend that Whit needs a little extra help with things. He doesn't usually get too impatient and he's starting to understand that, even though he's the little brother, he can provide some of the help Whit needs. It's early yet, but I have high hopes that he'll be there for Whitney sometime down the road when she really needs him.