Sunday, September 6, 2009

Repost: Brothers & Sisters - A Blessing or a Curse?

Pin It Originally posted on January 2, 2008

In reading back on old posts, this one really stood out; this was the moment in time when I really started to gain a relationship with my younger brother. Up to this point in time, I saw him as nothing more than the bane of my existence...but with a few magical little words, our relationship changed forever.

When I was in sixth or seventh grade, perhaps even a little older, I had a little brother that I absolutely detested. He constantly whined, got into my things without permission, ruined my library books, and generally made a nuisance of himself.

In other words, I loathed the little blighter.

I remember the frustration I felt on the day we moved and my parents informed me that my little brother and I would be sharing a bedroom together.

Just great.

I felt that my parents were intentionally ruining my life and trying to make me miserable. As a result, I blamed my little brother and thought about how much I hated him, this in turn made me feel all the more miserable and sorry for myself.

After some time of sharing a room with Yancy, something changed our relationship forever. It all started on one night when I was getting ready for bed and Yancy, somewhat apprehensively, asked from the top bunk, “Would you read me a story tonight?”

Like most older brothers, I didn’t want anything to do with him, but he had asked nicely. I thought perhaps that I would read to him, this way I could avoid having to listen to his endless chatter, something he was well known for at bedtime.

That night I chose to read to him from “The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe” by C.S. Lewis. I thought for sure that he would quickly become bored with the story, lose interest, and not ask for me to read to him again. You can imagine my surprise when he thanked me at the conclusion of several chapters. When he dropped off to sleep, I thought about how good it felt to read to him. The next night the same thing happened, and even though I had homework, I put it off so I could read a few chapters to Yancy. He in turn expressed just as much gratitude as the night before. After a few days of this, reading became our nightly ritual before bed, whether I had finished my homework or not. I would read until his eyes would become so heavy he couldn’t possibly keep them open any longer. Some nights when I stopped reading he would wake up, still groggy-eyed and beg, “Please read just a little bit longer.”

We soon finished all of “The Chronicles of Narnia” and moved on to other books that I loved, such as “James and the Giant Peach,” “The Great Brain,” and even a few stories I had written myself. It was from this small beginning that not only a love for literature was born, but a love between my brother and me.

The years have fled since those days, but the relationship that I share with my brother has only become stronger. He has been the greatest friend I’ve ever had, and we are closer today than at any other time in our lives. As I look back at the origins of our relationship, I realize that when I read to him each night I was putting his needs before mine. It was by performing this service to my little brother, I came to appreciate him more as well. I am so grateful and thank my lucky stars that I had a little brother, who so many years ago uttered the words, “Would you read me a story tonight?”

9 comments:

Mamma has spoken said...

I'm sure my brothers could relate to your story. As for me, I was the 5th child out of 6 with the other 5 being male. Funny thing as adults now, we don't have the same memories of how things happen. They saw me as the annoying little sister who slowed them down. I saw them as the mean brothers who wouldn't let me do anything fun. Guess it's all in prespective...

007penguin said...

Thanks for this! Reminds me of many an evening with mom reading to us, so many of the same classics. Glad you two found something to bond over, because I always loved to see how you are such good friends.

Deo Volente said...

Such a beautiful post, I like it just as much the second time around.

A Lark said...

I know why you posted this. Hee hee. (:

Linn said...

I love that story! Thanks Jason!

Teachinfourth said...

M - It is about perspective...not everyone would have the same experience as I would. I am curious just what type of memories you were able to build.

K - Those little moments are some of the most important, aren't they? I loved those types of evenings with your mom...

D & J - I needed the reminder.

L - There are some of these days I wish I could go back to those moments in time...

Mamma has spoken said...

Hum, I did blog about one of my memories/perspectives here:
http://mammahasspoken.blogspot.com/search?q=Spiders

Corine said...

That is a great memory! And I could tell seeing you two together only briefly not long ago, that you are very close. That's so cool! I'm glad for the two of you.

Brothers and sisters are definately blessings.

Thanks for sharing.

Yancy said...

i love this story :)

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