When someone asks me if I have any siblings, I usually joke that I’m an only child. Then I feel compelled to explain that I have 3 estranged brothers; 2 older step brothers and one younger natural brother and that it’s a long (and painful, though I’ll rarely admit it) story.
I always marvel at the sibling relationships I see Dave and my friends have. I knew it must be good. I knew I was missing out on something. But frankly, I didn’t really get it. Until now.
Riley is a little over 3 years older than Aidan. When they were about 4 and 1, Riley was being terrible to Aidan. I remember sitting on the floor of our playroom in Austin watching Aidan desperately try to get his brother’s attention and Riley swatting him away with disdain.
I was overcome with sadness. This was not the relationship I wanted for them. Echoes of my childhood rang.
I stopped Riley and pleaded with him:
This is your brother. This is the only one you’ve got. (Obviously, I’m not as psychic as I think I am.) He is your blood and he will be your lifelong best friend. That guy will always have your back no matter what. Don’t treat him like this. I was terrible to my brother. I feel awful about it. And now we have no relationship.
Riley’s response, his wisdom beyond his years:
Then you should call him. You should apologize.
FUCK! What choice did I have? I had to set the right example for my children. I called my brother in Hong Kong, explained what had happened, swallowed my pride and apologized.
I wish I could tell you there’s a happy ending to that story, but my brother and I continue to have no relationship. The primary reason being that I believe him to be suffering from undiagnosed mental illness.
However, the foundation for that dysfunction started out of the gate. When I reflect back on the constant fighting and true intent to inflict grave injury, I am sick.
But we grew up in a household that only had two potential outcomes; band together and survive or every man for himself. In the absence of nurture, my nature dominated. The mother in me is nauseous to think of that little boy that I tormented and abandoned. My only consolation; hey, at only 2 1/2 years older, I was just a kid too.
So like we all do, you try to do better for your children. Not to be too self congratulatory, but I think Dave and I did a good job of celebrating their individual accomplishments but not lording them over the other child. And we insisted on an all for one and one for all mentality.
Things between Riley and Aidan were pretty good until Riley hit middle school. There are just some evolutionary tendencies that you have to fight through. Even with their substantial age difference, Aidan was almost always as big as Riley, his athletic ability dominating. I think that upped the competition between them.
It wasn’t until Riley hit about sixteen that the alpha male war was over and they could coexist, each secure and comfortable in the spectacular individuals they are. And when Aidan came to the same high school, the love affair was in full bloom. Riley seemed to take true pride in claiming Aidan as “his”.
This past weekend, we all went to visit Riley for Parents’ Weekend. At Riley’s urging, Aidan stayed in the dorms, seamlessly integrating into the student body. After what I estimate to be 20 hrs of straight partying minus a power nap in between venues, I was softly interrogating Riley.
Was Aidan fun?
He’s always fun.
In that exchange is everything I ever needed. If I can’t be a sister, at least I can be the mother of brothers.
There is of course the third wheel that is never a third wheel. Maybe no one was more excited to see Riley than Tyler who leapt into his arms upon sighting.
What a crazy dynamic that relationship overlays; part brother, part party trick, part son I think for the big boys. He was a huge hit with the college kids. What? Your first fraternity party wasn’t at age 7?
But leaving…ouch. Tyler, our tough guy, Mr. Too Cool For School, was inconsolable for over an hour when we dropped Riley off for the final time of our trip.
Brotherly love. What a gift to have nurtured. What a gift to behold.
17 thoughts on “Brotherly Love”
What a great article!!!! Keep them coming and Tyler can always hang in our dorm
Thanks for reading! But you can’t have him. xoxo
WOW!!! I love this one!!!! It really hit home for a variety of reasons, and it reminds me of my dad talking to me and my 3 siblings. He said it over and over as we were growing up…” friends will come and go, but in the end you will always have each other. Honor that!” And to this day my brother and 2 sisters are indeed my best friends in the world! So, kudos to you for creating that environment in your home. XOXOXOXOXO
I can see that love between you and your siblings. How lucky for you that it was fostered. I know also that you have cradled a love between your boys. Thanks for reading. xoxoxoxox
After reading this I will forever think of you as the Mother of Brothers, Kimby. Loved it.
If only they could fly and spit fire…
Thanks for reading, Matt. It means a lot to me. xoxox
Wow – what a moving story and such an important thing you’ve taught your boys! I’m glad they have each other and you as their always supporting mom!
This, for an only child content with that place I held, was the first time siblings became heroic! Congratulations on the parenting AND the wonderful expression of love this is!
Thank you, Cynthia. I really appreciate that you take the time to read my stuff. xoxo
Very beautiful piece…Just love it! What a special bond between the sibling; good for them! I could relate to this at so many levels, good times with siblings, sad times, studying, eating, going places together, texting & calling each other up to say hi or just follow up on things. Talking about boys, men, etc! But the more it passes and we grow older, we value how amazing our parents are and have been. I bet your boys get that how much love they’ve received and how immensely valuable their parents’ life teachings have been. Blessings to you and your awesome family.
Thank you, Maryam. That bond between you and your sister is quite evident. xo
Great post. Sibling relationships are complex! Glad to know your boys are close. Good for you for speaking about it to them and making it important.
I love this Kimby! What fun to get to see the evolution of their bond through your eyes. What lucky boys to have each other and you and Dave as roll models.
Thanks Tracy! And no points off for spelling. xoxo
That is not how I typed role uhh spellcheck sorry!
Loved this. As always, thanks for sharing.
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