Somewhere along the way, logic kicked in. Critical thinking showed up. And competitiveness planted a firm stake in the ground.
They went from hiding behind their father’s thighs to, “I want my own YouTube channel.” Excuse me? You cannot tell the nice waitress what you want to drink, but you want to host your own online show? For the love.
The little boys are twins, but sometimes I refer to them as Big Brother and Little Brother even though they’re approximately seven minutes apart and Little Brother is approximately 1 inch taller than Big Brother.
Today they’re 10. This age marks my fifth year as their bonus mom, which means I’ve already known and loved them half their lives. The last five years have presented a rainbow of emotions, but I reguarly feel my heart lift up out of my chest when when I get to witness the emotional growing pains of childhood. When I get to watch confusion turn to comprehension. But also (and equally as important), when I have to stifle my laughter at conversations like this:
Big Brother: “Can I tell you what I learned today? To put other people first.”
Me: “Well that’s an important lesson. What are some ways we can do that?”
Big Brother: “Not thinking I’m the best one in the world.”
That’s a start, son.
At 6, Big Brother began a steadfast vegetarian stint — his own decision out of the clear blue.
“Is crawfish … meat?” he asked me one Saturday afternoon at a crawfish boil. I confirmed it was true. He kicked the dirt, but the boy did not give in. Little Brother wanted to know why they were losing precious playtime to this pouting, and Dad answered without missing a beat: “Your brother is struggling with his new lifestyle.” (That man slays me on the regular.) The meat strike lasted 3 months. Impressive.
Around 8, I watched Big Brother blossom into a voracious reader after a year of wrestling with fluency. This kid went from tears and slamming doors and “I hate books!” to Harry Potter’s No. 1 fanboy. Did you know there are approximately 1,840,000 words in books 1 through 7? He’s read every one. That boy does not mess around.
And let’s talk about Little Brother, who once suggested we donate some money to children in Africa, “where many kids are born with a disease called claustrophobia.” God love him.
At 9, Little Brother vowed to have his future wedding at McDonalds “if mywife is cool with it.” He’d be a good husband, too, because he forgives quickly. Take this after-school declaration, for example:
“I’m never forgiving Japan for bombing Pearl Harbor!”
(1 day later)
“I wish I lived in Japan because their candies are so good. Also, they have SO MANY vending machines there.”
Mercy, I tell you.
These tweens are incredibly self-aware, big-hearted and FUNNY. They’re creative, sensitive, and opinionated. But they’re also very very different. One loves dancing and baking and books. The other is all about Legos and football and fidget spinners.
In a world of raging sound bites, theirs are really the only ones that matter. Happy birthday, my sons. Embrace the masterpieces you are.