Friday, January 28, 2011
Your Day Will Come
You might spend a lot of time on the Wii, which you enjoy but not more than playing outside in the snow with someone just as enthusiastic about making snow forts as you are. You might play on Mom's school laptop because everyone is busy on Facebook, something Mom won't let you get close to yourself until you're 15 or 16 years old at least. (At least you can hold out hope for a cell phone and an ipod when you go to the Middle School next year...)
But when you're as sweet a younger brother as this, you find that you are by no means invisible or neglected. You might have to be extra patient, but your day will come often enough. There are days like today when Mom zips home to tell you she's gotten you a 4pm hair appointment at the shop you prefer over the other one that cuts your hair too short or that pulls your hair, an appointment that will finally get that hair out of your eyes before your 5:30pm basketball game. You'll realize it's a day when Mom comes home with Nutty bars, chocolate chip cookies, and cinnamon swirl bread because she knows you've gone without junk food long enough this week when she didn't have time to go grocery shopping last weekend.