Being the Older Brother
It’s not easy. I think I may have been the worst older brother in history. Well, maybe not Cain-and-Able bad, but I do regret that I wasn’t a better role model, that I didn’t stand up for my younger brother, that I specialized in teasing and taunting him.
But while it’s fun to write about the youngest I’ve found myself looking after, the truth is, it’s the older brother who needs to be written about more often.
He has me shaking my head in admiration.
The only problem, it’s not good writing material.
I mean, when I say, “hey, let’s do our homework first,” he says, “Sure.” Then gets it done.
When he’s dragged to hockey practice, he doesn’t mutter a word of complaint; he sits patiently, sometimes talking to me, sometimes playing a game.
In other words, he’s a delight to be around.
How can I make a story out of that?
Yet he’s got so much going for him. He’s got a pitch-perfect singing voice. It comes naturally to him so, you know, he doesn’t count it as a talent or skill.
He’s passionate about Adventure Time and Minecraft and Pokemon (but God-forbid, you say Pokemon-s).
He loves to talk about video games and movies and scientific facts. “Did you know the Megalodon is alive?” “Or big foot?”
He loves to ask questions that always get me thinking (and often stump me.)
“So what’s the worst dream you’ve ever had?”
“So what’s your favourite movie?” (For the record, the greatest movie of all time is The Lord of the Rings Trilogy – yup, all three cuz the three are one and the one is three. One movie to bring them all together and in the darkness bind them.)
Oh sure he has his flaws. He cannot understand why the 1st Star Wars movie is the worst movie of all time, (the Jar-jar Binks abomination, not the Luke Skywalker one), he gets angry his brother sometimes, and he may take life a little too seriously for an 11 year old, but what impresses me most is that he seems to effortlessly be a good guy. I’ve seen him be kind to his mom when she needs it most. I’ve seen him put others’ needs before his. And I’ve seen how caring and brotherly he can be with the youngest.
He’s a good role model.
Better than I ever was.
He needs to be written about more.
All good guys do.
Born to Be
Was Einstein born to be a scientist? Was Gretzky born to be a hockey player? Was Carrot Top born to be an idiot?
What got me thinking was watching the youngest go to a skating event at school. It wasn’t a hockey practice. I wasn’t even a skating practice. Just a bunch of kids, some on those funny, plastic walkers, skating around. No sticks. No pucks. Skates and helmets only.
Then they threw some balls on the ice. Big, rubber balls that, in my day, would have made the perfect dodge ball. Oh, boy, wing that thing hard enough and that’d leave a good mark on Guy Machet’s face for stealing my pencil.
But when the balls came out, the youngest took up position in the goalie’s blue box. No net behind him. No goal posts. No one told him to. No games were organized.
Yet there he was. In goal. Being a goalie.
It’s what he does.
When he skates onto the ice for a hockey practice, he goes in net. Even when he’s not dressed as the goalie. Sometimes the coaches have to actually drag him out of net. Sometimes, when he’s playing a game, he’ll fade back until he’s nearly in the net with the real goalie. And, his bestest, most favourite Christmas present was, not surprisingly, a mini hockey goalie kit.
For him, being a goalie is all he wants to be, all he wants to do.
So imagine, yesterday, 6am, the coach says, we’re going to suit up two goalies this morning. He looks at the youngest. Are you up for that?
Does he say, “Nah, the pressure’s too much.”?
Does he say, “Gosh, coach, some of the other kids might want to try.”?
Or does he start to jump up and down (like I put a mouse on fire in his jock) and shout, “Yes, YES, YES!!!!”
You probably guessed which way he went.
So, whether or not he was born to be a goalie, only time will tell, but one thing for sure is that he is passionate about being a goalie.
But it’s more than that. He HAS to be a goalie. Like I HAVE to write. Like Celine Dion HAS to sing. Like the sun has to shine.
And it’s that kinda cool?
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