Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Brother's Day

Nice people are nice.

Every day is Brother's Day around our house, of course. Our two sons are very far apart in age, so the fact that they can do something together, every day, in earnest, is a blessing. I remember desperately trying to grow up in time to hang around with my much older brother, and seeing him disappear over the maturity horizon over and over. Heartbreaking, it was. The kids in the video have great fun knocking around together, and I bet they will when they're men, too.

I worry what will happen to our younger son if The Heir lights out for adult life anytime soon. We live in western Maine, and it's a cross between a nursing home and a mausoleum around here. There are, essentially, no small children. Most of the children that are here are borderline feral. The brothers need each other more than I wish they did. My older son has lots of nice friends because he can cast a wider net than the little feller, but the Spare Heir is lonesome sometimes. Without his brother -- egad.

I used to make a joke when our first son was born: I was dissatisfied with the quality of humans available on this planet, so I made my own.  It doesn't seem like much of a joke to me anymore. I encourage everyone to make your own humans. Making a human involves much, much more than fifteen minutes in the back seat of a car. You've got to raise 'em up. Like the charming kids in the video, they'll help you raise themselves properly, if you'll just let them. Micromanagement won't produce a viable adult. Don't forget to sprinkle some  Laissez faire in there, dudes and dudettes.

A year ago and more, my older son was disappointed for the umpteenth time when the other children his own age failed to show up to play music. He tried over and over again to find anyone that he could do it with. No dice. I suggested he try his little brother. I told him his brother would never let him down like that. You can trust your brother. Make sure he can trust you, too, and you'll never falter.

On the odd, occasional day, spaced out quite a bit, I'll grant you, and interspersed with plenty of bad dadding, I'm a half-decent father to those children:

(Thanks to reader and commenter Leon for sending Brother's Day along)

[Update: Our friend Gerard at American Digest mashed the boys' musical education PayPal button to remind us of how swell he his. That's because he is. Many Thanks!]
[Update, More so: Many thanks to Charles F. from Florida for his contribution to the kids' music fund]


Gagdad Bob said...

Hey, that's pretty much the reason why I decided to dive into the gene pool: to create someone from the ground up who shared my sense of humor.

Sam L. said...

It's good you don't have a big head about your dadding, but I do suspect most of us out here at the other ends of the innertunnels think you're doing a lot better than you claim. Oneathem modest Yankee-types.

DeAnn said...

Saw this over at American Digest ... It is enormously joy - filling to see your boys make music and brother magic together. My dad was the oldest of seven brothers, they all played and sang together ... out in the garage out of G'momma's kitchen. For me it was the highlight of big family holidays. Looking forward to a day when I might hear them sing "May the Circle be Unbroken ..." again.
Sweet ... an outstanding musicianship to boot.

Leslie said...

I filled my small house up with people I like. I make them do hard things, and then they show me up! My older son's birthday was on Saturday. I posted a photo of us together when he was tiny, and titled it, "The best 24 years of my life." Indeed.

SippicanCottage said...

Gagdad Bob's son looks just like him, too.

Hi Sam- Thanks for your Intertunnel friendship.

Hi DeAnn- Thanks for reading and commenting, and for your kind words about my two little knotheads.

Hi Leslie- We all try to make other parents think our children are the second-best children in the world.