As a grown woman who grew up with one sister, I find myself in awe of my two sons and how they relate. It’s an entirely new experience for me. The complexity of their relationship is deeply layered; I can’t even begin to understand the half of it. Yet I thought it might be fun to try.
Anatomy of a Brother
Eyes…to watch what my brother does and do likewise, only better and faster.
Nose…to smell Mommy’s perfume and alert my brother that “She’s coming!” and we better stop filling the gas tank in the lawnmower engine with dirt.
Mouth…to sneak a few jellybeans from our freshly-filled Easter baskets at 3 a.m.—something I would never do without my brother’s encouragement.
Muscles…to tackle my brother to the ground when A)I’m bored, or B)my brother started it!
Lungs…for hyperventilating with excitement with my brother at the prospect of building a go-kart from a lawnmower engine.
Foot…to prod my brother to try things first, like the highest diving board or the scariest rope swing.
Stomach…a tough one that can take the sometimes ugly truth about my attitude from the lips of—you guessed it—my brother.
Lips and Throat…for sharing smiles, laughter, and jokes after lights out.
Hands…for never letting my brother stray too far, for realizing he is my constant companion and best friend, the only one who can protect me from the swamp monster behind our tree house.
Heart…to love my brother. For no one else knows where I’m coming from like him. No one can relate to me better. No one loves exactly like a brother.
And for any mother’s with boys out there, here is a terrific blog I often enjoy.
For a fun post on what my sons have taught me, visit here.
How about you? Do you have a brother? One or more sons? What are some things you’ve noticed about your/their relationship?