Sunday, August 09, 2009

The Hamster And The Bear

The post you see in front of you is a surrender, a surrender by me to the irrefutable fact that I’m just not going to be able to make it happen. My brain just doesn’t have it in it. You see, a few nights ago, I wrote a post all about how my boys fight a lot, how they beat the hell out of each other sometimes, but how they can also be really sweet to each other, especially when it really matters. And I really liked this post. It felt good to write and good to read when I was done with it. It included a reference to midget MMA, the thoughts of a mourning fighting cock, a sweet little scene between my boys in one of their better moments, nice transitions. I just felt really good about it.

You probably know where this is going.

Long story short, thanks to the treachery of this insolent Macbook upon which I write, I lost the post. I closed my laptop, and instead of just easing back its battery suckage and leaving everything else intact, it decided to restart, and do away with all unsaved work. Fuck me, right?

So this morning, I attempted to recreate it. I had no illusions that I would like it as much as the lost original, but I thought I’d at least be able to come up with something post-worthy. I remembered the midget MMA bit, the crying fighting cock, etc. But again and again, as I tried to make it happen, it just wouldn’t. I couldn’t get past four lousy lines. And so I wimped out and wrote this instead, a post about a lost post that will hopefully convey some of the thoughts contained in the original.

Look at this picture:

I don't know what it is about this picture, but for me, it has come to symbolize all the reasons there are to hope for a better world. It's true, my boys often beat the hell out of each other. And I know, I know, it's like some sort of law of nature that brothers are supposed to battle it out. But then there are moments like this where they feel nothing but joy in themselves and each other, where it's just the two of them in their little sibling bubble that no one else can enter.

A couple of weeks ago, the youngest one had a minor surgical procedure to help ease his breathing. Minor as it was, he didn't feel too great for a few days afterwards. At one point, we were sitting on the couch with him, trying to ease his suffering. He was in one of those states where all he could do was cry, and we were trying everything we could think of to help him, but to no avail. Big brother asked, "What's wrong with my baby?" This is what he calls him when he's in a nurturing mood: my baby. We told him that his baby wasn't feeling good. So he went and got his prized toy Lightning McQueen car, the one that he usually freaks out about if he sees it in his brother's grubby paws, and handed it over to his baby brother. The crying promptly stopped. True, it might have been out of shock that his older brother was actually letting him play with one of his favorite toys, but whatever. It was a sweet gesture, and it brought some measure of relief. It gives me hope that, even though these two will undoubtedly beat the crap out of each other more and more over the years, they'll still be there for each other when it counts.


Always Home and Uncool said...

Kids - they always sneak up and show their humanness when it is most needed.

Manager Mom said...

Lovely post. I wish that after a week of too much family-vacation-togetherness, my own Spawn could find a similar reservoir of humanity. Since they can't, I have had them strapped to their Nintendo DS units to keep them away from each other.

Rita/Fighting Off Frumpy said...

My two boys are the same way! They fight like two alley cats in a burlap sack, but there are those (fleeting) moments when they're so sweet to one another ... and if someone tries to mess with one in the other's presence, look out!

sybil law said...

I think this post turned out just fine.
You've got great, great boys. :)

Trooper Thorn said...

Funny how things look different with perspective. Before you described the circumstances, I interpreted the picture as combative: the older boy forcing back the younger one.

Hemmingway could never re-create his lost work either, so you are not alone.

cIII said...

My brother and I used to beat the ever loving Shit out of each other.

Until. Until the Great Firewood in the Small of the Back Incident of '85.

Every since then, we've been best Buds.


They always work it out. Lightning McQueen or Firewood - It all comes out in the wash.

Jason said...

I got all weepy looking at that pic; it's just great.