Who I love.
And who I don’t think I’ve ever told.
This boy is my little brother.
When I was 13 my Mum and Dad brought this little bundle flesh home from hospital and proudly presented my little brother. I was quite enamoured with him. He was seriously cute, especially when his curly hair came in.
He was also seriously annoying. As kids tend to be. He was obsessed with raisins and noddy, didn’t understand that teenagers like to lie in and sleep, and enjoyed leaving a wake of destruction behind him.
Typical two year old stuff really.
Unfortunately, my Mum and Dad broke up. (sad face here) My brother moved away with my Dad. And I grew up.
I became too busy to visit, too busy to call and too busy to text. I saw him a few times a year and always felt awkward in his company.
Then, I grew up some more. I turned around and the little boy was growing into a man. A man with opinions, a sense of humour, thoughts, a life. And I realised I’d missed this happening.
I started making time to go visit when he was over. And whilst still awkward around him, I realise that’s just me being awkward around people in general.
Now, the point?
That little boy is 14. And he is quite simply the most fantastic 14 year old I’ve ever met.
Despite my lack of input in his life, I’ve realised we’re actually incredibly similar. He has a wit like mine, laughs at the same stuff I do. He’s probably a nicer person than me. But he’s ace. Like, proper ace.
It got me to thinking, given our seperation, and lack of conversation over the years, we’ve still grown up to be similar people. He doesn’t have my issues (thank god.) but the nice parts of me I see in him. And that makes me feel good.
Because he’s my brother. Not just a kid my mum had, which I see in my friends relationships with their much younger/older siblings. I love him as much as I love my similar aged siblings. And I want to be there more for him.
I want him to think of me when he needs to sound off about school/friends/dating/embarassing things he really doesn’t want to talk to Mum and Dad about. I want him to think of me when he see’s something funny. I want him to really feel like I’m his sister. And not some kid his mum had.
So I’ve put this on the internet why? Because he’s 14. He lives on the internet. Much like his older sister 😉
Love you kid, sorry about the emo.