Brotherly Love

On Tuesday night, Snowman played in a big concert at City By the Sea’s Big Auditorium, as a member of two of the City By the Sea Wind Ensembles, a program of the University of Southern Vacationland. These concerts have always fallen right in the midst of #1 Son’s college semesters, and since there is a hope on Snowman’s part of going far, far away to school next year, and because there was a particularly gorgeous piece of music on the program, #1 Son came home to hear his little brother play.

A friend drove him to the train station, and he changed to a bus in Beantown, helped drive his brother to the rehearsal, had dinner with us, attended the concert, then got up at 5 the next morning to catch the 6 o’clock bus to get a train that would allow him to be back at school taking an exam at 2:40 p.m. That kind of brotherly love was my dream when they were little boys, and while it went on hiatus during a phase of their lives, it makes me happy to see them together this way.

When Snowman was born, #1 Son rode with us on the gurney from Labor and Delivery to my room. He had been waiting with his grandmother just down the hall and was the first person in to see the new little fellow. During the pregnancy he had spoken of “our baby” and been one of the parties to choosing “our baby’s” name.

He was four years and almost eight months old, and he found the mewling bundle a bit disappointing. When we had been home for a few days, I asked, “Don’t you love the baby?”

He held his hands about six inches apart and said, “I love him this much.”

YoungnsSoon the mewling became cooing, and within weeks little smiles began to appear on the baby’s face, most of them directed at Older Brother.

One beautiful day, he turned to me, flung his arms wide and said, “I love him this much!!!”

I guess he still does.

21 thoughts on “Brotherly Love”

  1. Our daughter is three years and 10 months older than her younger brother. His birth rocker her perfect world. I was not sure they would ever be close…but thankfully they are. I used to tell her, “He is your brother. Someday your parents will be old and you will need him…”
    so, does their getting along mean I’m old?
    Thanks for the sweet post and photos, memories indeed….

  2. How sweet!
    My brother and I were not particularly close when we were kids, but we have a wonderful relationship now. I cannot tell you how much it meant to me to get off the plane in Atlanta after flying home from Guatemala with my new baby girl to the surprise that he had made the trip to welcome us home.
    I am glad they found that kind of love early in life. It will enrich them beyond measure.

  3. Awwww…. what a wonderful testament to the love sibs share (even though for a time, they want to throttle one another…lol).

  4. Awww – I’m gonna go hug my little one right now. It’s good to know the times stay holy as they age (even if sometimes they might be holy terrors). What a beautiful story.

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