Those who frequent my humble blog know I have a sister, because I talk about her often, at least in the context of the mother to my niece and nephews. I also have a brother, but I don't mention him as much...not because of a family rift, but because he lives in Texas and I only see him once a year. I think about him all the time, but, you know, I get bogged down in the day-to-day, and well, we don't engage much so there's not much to say.
My brother is seven years younger than I am, and as kids, of course, he did my bidding, as younger siblings do. If I wanted a Coke, I had him fetch it. If I was bored and wanted company for a trip to the mall, I made him come. It wasn't totally one-sided...he was the only kid in his grade school who saw Judas Priest in concert...but he was my little sidekick.
Then I moved away for awhile, and when I came back he had a driver's license and a band, and he was starting to be cooler than I ever was...no longer sidekick material. Then he went to art school, and studied martial arts and philosophy, and made movies in Europe, and now he is way, way cooler than I will ever be, not to mention smarter and more thoughtful.
I'm very happy today, because my brother is moving to Philadelphia. Ok, it isn't home, but it's only a couple hours away, so hopefully I'll see him more than once a year. I'll be able to see his band play. I'll get to go to his exhibits. I'll feel really uncool, probably, and self-conscious about the books I haven't read and the ideas that I haven't considered, but I'll talk to him more often. Maybe sometimes I can go up and be his sidekick.
Though I bet I can make him fetch my drinks for me, because he is still my baby brother.
Posted by Nic at August 30, 2004 09:03 PM