It's a little weird sometimes being ten years older than my only brother...and it just gets weirder as we both grow older. It's hard to know if I'm his brother, or some weird hybrid of a third parent/babysitter/piano teacher sometimes...
I do a lot of "parenting"...turn off the T.V...practice the piano NOW...I drop him to piano lessons...babysit him during the summer, feed him on weekend mornings...
And yet, I'm his brother too. I get to be irreverent with him, I get to joke with him, I get to keep secrets with him, I get to play computer games with him...I get him into trouble (hehe)...
Maybe being a much older brother is the best of both worlds? The only problem is that sometimes he doesn't take me seriously enough when I switch back over to Mr. "Third Parent"...but that's OK. He's a good kid, and he knows I can turn on the "evil older brother" switch just as easily if he doesn't listen ;)
But I have a really nice thing going with my brother...we're very close. Sometimes it's tough being a brother and a third parent, but you know...it has its rewards. I'm so proud of that kid and I love him to bits. xoxo
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Each one salutes me as he goes,
And I my childish plumes
Lift, in bereaved acknowledgement
Of their unthinking drums.
- Emily Dickinson