As a kid my brother and I were close but when we were little we always told on each other. My parents grew tired of it. They told us to stop telling on each other and to work it out.
“Work it out” those three words led the bond of a lifetime. We were not going to talk or incriminate each other anymore. In fact, we became confidants. We did everything together. We created our own world where we were spies we called it “kids” (Don’t ask me why…I was like 6 when we created that name). Since I followed after everything my brother did, when he was done with something that meant I had to be done too.
- He was “too old” to watch Barney and that meant I was too.
- He didn’t want to play “kids” anymore after years of imaginary adventures as kid spies (Let me tell you, the moment he broke this news to be I was devastated. I tried playing kids by myself and making it sound fun in hopes that he would join me again but he was done. Kids was no fun playing alone so after a short time, I was done too).
- If he didn’t like something, then I didn’t either.
Move in the teenage stage, coupled with hormonal changes and this is when Dr. Phil, I mean my counselor mom, had to step in. She had to help us understand each other. Miscommunication happened more frequently and I was trying to figure out what I liked and how to formulate my own opinions (so I thought). This is also the phase where I was discovering my style and quite often embarrassed him with my clothing choices.
If it wasn’t for my parents, especially my mom, then my brother and I would not be best friends. Sadly, for them, they created a force to be reckoned with. We are each other’s advocates and greatest defense attorney. If I need something, he will take care of it and vice versa. We have only had maybe 1 major argument and that’s it. The rest have been disagreements- my mom taught us how to be civil and we followed through on that most of the time. The fact is, when you have a brother like mine, it’s hard to be mad. First of all, it takes a lot for me to be angry- I have to be deeply hurt. Second of all, when you are trying to keep an angry face and be agitated and your brother does something outrageously goofy to make you laugh, you just can’t stay mad anymore.
That is our life. My brother and I have had our “rubber meets the road” moments and our “Come to Jesus” talks but thanks to our parents, we get each other. We understand and know each other every well.
My parents valued the health of our relationship so much, that they facilitated a bond so strong that sometimes (most of the time) I would rather go to my brother about an issue first. Instead of them being mad and jealous that I wanted to go to him first, they encouraged it. My mom taught me as a little girl to listen to whatever my brother said, and if he was wrong, she would deal with him. So then I became a faithful follower and dedicated little sister. My first and only fight was when I was 8 years old, finishing off a little boy who got in a fight with my brother. Instead of running to get help like I should have, I jumped in and said “no one messes with my brother!” We definitely got a lecture but not spanking, which meant we weren’t in that much trouble.
I followed my brother to college. I would love to say that I didn’t follow him and I made this grand decision on my own but truth be told, he was there, and I wanted to be with him. I always dreamed of us being in college together. That was a fun year and a half. We had been separated for about 3 years and I missed my brother terribly. We embarked on the adventure of our adult friendship and it was so much fun. We did so much together.
I know people think we are weird and that I love my brother too much or maybe that I am obsessed (I am not). I love our friendship. It the kind where no matter what disagreements we may have, we are blood. We are family. Having a family member as your best friend is such a a gift. One day it will just be me and him when our parents aren’t on this earth anymore.
In case you didn’t know it, my brother is one cool guy. He has such a pastors heart (He will be a pastor one day), he serves others, and loves
people well. He is the superstar in this family people. He is the most level-headed, most always cool, calm, and collected. Don’t be fooled by his humorous nature and ability to hold a conversation with anyone- he is more introverted than me. In fact I have zero introverted personality traits. I am the outgoing, loud, boisterous, emotional, dramatic, passionate, free-spirited dreamer. I am the typical youngest child- the baby. My parents somehow managed to correct me without crushing me, believe in me without building me up too much, and they have tried to keep me as level headed as possible.
Mom and Dad, hat’s off to you for fostering and nourishing the greatest friendship I’ve ever known.
Thank you MJ for teaching me to persevere and never settle. You are a Godly man, you love your girlfriend well and inspire me to wait for an honorable man with character like you, and thank you for making me laugh constantly. My life is better with you in it.
Myron Brooks Jr. aka MJ
You are one cool guy.
(Sorry ladies, he’s been spoken for by Falon KM)