With all of us in China, I remember wondering if I would ever get a turn to hold my new brother. If he had even noticed me yet. (It’s really not my fault that big brothers are more interesting.) Reason told me that we were his family for good, and there would be time.
But in my heart I knew that we only had for ever, and that would never feel like enough.
The rest of our lives never feels like enough. That’s why I believe in dropping “important stuff” and playing. That’s why I believe in loving like there’s no tomorrow.
That’s why I said yes when Mom asked me to play with Michael today. That’s why I said yes when Little Brother suggested we go outside.
So what was going to be a lets-relax-and-read-a-story turned into bundling up and going out, hauling chunks of firewood and breaking up dirt with a metal spade. We built a mouse-house, with logs and dirt. We dug a hole in the ground and made a roof over it, and filled it with dill from the herb garden for the mice to eat. Naturally the game ended with Michael deconstructing it.
Brothers are awesome.
Thank you for playing with me, Michael; and being my baby brother, even though you’re so grown up, and you’re probably smarter than me anyway. And thank you for teaching me how important it is, once in a while, to pretend there’s no such rules as no throwing dirt and don’t run with sticks.