My Convertible Life

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

For My Brother

When my brother and I were little, we were fast playmates -- until we started fighting, of course, but we always made up eventually. Legos, house, Star Wars, school, Battleship, cops-and-robbers, kick ball, we played it all.

Part of what I love about having two kids is watching them play together and remembering those fun times from my own childhood.

Now that my brother and I are (allegedly) grown-ups, we've found ourselves on very different paths. I did the more-or-less traditional college-job-grad school-marriage-job-babies route. My brother? Not so much.

Only four years apart in age, but light years apart in other ways -- and yet we're still those same two playmates at heart, still able to make each other laugh.

This week my younger (but now much taller) brother is starting out on a new path.

It's his story to tell, not mine -- so we'll leave it at that.

But I thought that with all the collective strength and positive energy (and prayers, if you say them) out there in the bloggy world, that maybe we could send him off with a powerful force of hope and light to guide his way.

He's picked a much harder path than I did. But I'm trusting that his road-less-traveled strategy will pay off in the long run.
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5 comments:

  1. Prayers, positive energy, smiles..... sending them to a great guy (and co-godparent!)

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  2. I did a road less traveled, and ended up back here in conventional land. I would be miserable if I came here by the conventional road. It's harder to take those other roads especially when you don't have support from your family. Good for you for supporting him, even though his choices are different from yours. Good luck to little (big) bro!

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  3. Here's a prayer and some good vibes. Hope the path is exciting and engaging and keeps him interested. If it can't be so smooth, it can at least be a hell of a journey.

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  4. Awesome! Sending lots of good energy his way.

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  5. Seding sending sending. Because you asked me to.

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