Brotherly Love

There is a song that comes to mind when I think of brotherly love. There is a line in that song that talks about two brothers fighting like tigers over a red bike. That song makes me cry because it reminds me of my boys. Fighting like tigers is something they are doing a lot of...over everything. So much so that I think I am going to lose my mind. Read on...

My boys are fighting/arguing constantly lately. And when I say constantly, I mean literally from sun up 'til sun down. They wake up arguing - over what to have for breakfast, what to watch on television, who's going to brush their teeth first, and they pick up the bickering right where they left off the minute we pick Jase up from school. IT IS NEVER ENDING. Exaggerating much, you ask? No, I am not.

Today was a breaking point for me. After an altercation between the boys that involved one aggravating the other and the other kicking the one in the face, I had to take a moment and have a little breakdown of my own. Yes, I did it behind a closed door, in the privacy of my bedroom. I had to cry otherwise I was going to scream and yell, and well I am doing my best to not do that. I realize boys, brothers, are going to fight. But what I don't understand is is it like this all the time?? Once I gathered myself, I talked and pleaded with them that they must get along. I think I even asked at one point if they liked one another and what would they do if they didn't have each other. Dramatic, Crissy? Yes, yes I am. But with tears in my eyes I told them to show the love they have for one another, laugh and play together, and to please (for the love of your mother!) quit fighting.

After some time away from one another, they eventually found their way back to each other and began playing. Jase even found the time to apologize to me for their fighting. That apology meant so much to me. So maybe, just maybe some of what I said did and will continue to sink into the minds of my boys.

The song I was talking about mentions how the brothers fought but how they looked out for each other, you know with brotherly love. My prayer is that my boys will be there for each other, look out for each other, and have a bond that grows as they grow. In the meantime, this whole fussing and fighting part of this brotherly love stuff is going to make me a crazy old woman, and fast!