Not only the last day of the year, but the LAST Monday of the month, as well. Not only does this mean New Year’s Resolutions to make to be broken no later than January 2, but it is also time to reflect on what has been a slice of perfection, for even a split second, in the last month for Perfect Moment Monday with Lori at Write Mind, Open Heart.
Not always easy, especially this month, which has held many challenges. As I have said before, I believe I have done worn out my boot straps from pulling myself up. Soooooooo, guess I’ll just have to buy some new ones, as my Father’s voice continues to echo in my head, “I didn’t raise a whiner, quitter, or complainer.” Thus my Boot Straps are on over night delivery and expect to be back on my feet……….or boots in the next 24 hours.
But while I’ve been “off of my feet” I got to thinking about what could be considered “my perfect moment” this month. This brought me to thinking about Brotherly Love. It seems to be an elusive, intangible bond…………..largely based on the fact that if you have Brotherly Love, you have all rights to trade their toys, eat their favorite cereal, steal their favorite book, blame them for anything missing or broken and beat the crap out of them and you are still assured you have someone to play video games with the rest of the day. I guess that’s what makes Brothers “lucky.”
However, this is not something I think that Johnny, The Big and The Little Brother are giving much thought. I do think they enjoy having a “punching bag” though. It is why I enjoy having a basement door.
Anywhoooooo, as I was saying……………..Brotherly Love, Perfect Moments……………not easy to combine. But alas, I have………
Our home provides enough space that each Brother could have his own room. However, it does not work that way. Birth order having its privileges, The Big Brother does have his own room. Johnny and The Little Brother, they share. Why? Weellll, it must be character building, right?
Truth of the matter is, The Brothers are about the only friends Johnny really has. A nasty side effect of Autism. It makes me really sad at times but does not seem to rattle Johnny too much. He is a solo operator. Another reason it has always been so important for us that The Brothers learn to stick it out and stick together.
Mostly Johnny and The Little Brother get along just fine in their room together. A little bit like the odd couple but mostly okay. Except lately. Lately, there has been some grumbling. Johnny is a very early riser and not always quiet about it. Causing The Little Brother to be up as well. Causing a lot of “arguing” early in the morning. On the other hand when Johnny is ready to go to sleep, do NOT get in his way.
Soooo, I started to think, maybe it’s time. Maybe they need their “own space”. I started to devise a plan for the “break-up” to happen over Christmas break. Shared my plan with The Captain. He was not “on board.” His reasoning, “Johnny spends enough time alone, The Little Brother is his best buddy, I know he’s 9, but Little Brother is going to take one for the team.”
Hmmmm………….guess The Captain needs more convincing. I was mulling all this over until one night……………………
Bedtime………………….and NOT a peaceful one. Johnny and The Little Brother are at it. Pointing fingers and I quote, “You’re annoying, NO YOU’RE annoying…….(get the picture)
Enter Mommy……………KNOCK IT OFF!!! Johnny, “Mom, he’s annoying make him stop doing those noises.” Now……..let me just say this never fails to crack me up when Johnny points the finger because he has just a few quirky ways. Mommy had had it, NOT listening to anymore so I throw up my hands and BELLOW, “That’s it!!! Johnny, get your things, you can sleep in your own room. This news stops him in his tracks. “WHAT?”
Johnny gathers up all things Batman and prepares to move. “Where to?” I tell him to Cousin Amber’s Old room. So, he peaks out the door at the quiet, still room across the hall. Then he turns and looks at his room. All is quiet as he contemplates life on “his own.” Next he looks at me, I continue to stare. Finally, he speaks…………..”Mom, Can’t you just tell LITTLE BROTHER to stop being ANNOYING.”
Up pipes Little Brother……….”OH YEAH!, YOU’RE ANNOYING!” In I chime………………Do YOU want to move to your own room? A look of panic comes across his little face……………………No.
So in true Mommy style I state, with authority, “BOTH OF YOU, STOP BEING ANNOYING AND GO TO SLEEP.”
I turn and exit the room. As I leave I feel a ping of joy and warm fuzzies………………………..Brotherly Love, True Brotherly Love……………maybe for more than a “moment.”