Let’s Go!

We’ve been trying to figure out what Ben has been ‘singing’ for a day or so.  It sounds something like this- “la la rahu, la la” and a tongue clicking sound twice at the end.  My husband the toddler translator finally figured it out.  He’s saying “let’s go Drew, let’s go” which is commonly heard at the ball field, chanted by the team as a kid goes up to bat.

Ben cheering for Drew on the mound

Ben adores his big brother and wants nothing more than to do what he does.  But with a six and a half year age difference, that’s just not possible.  He wants in his room to play with anything of Drew’s.  He wants on the ball field to run the bases with him.  He wants to go anywhere he goes.

Most little brothers are like that, but what may be the coolest thing about their relationship is that Drew is Ben’s biggest fan too.  Yes, he gets annoyed with him at times.  He kicks him out of his room.  But Drew loves him and hugs him and plays with him often.  He shares with him (usually happily) and shows him how to do things.

They are each others biggest fans, and we love to watch it.  And one day they won’t play so nice and will fight and maybe even wish they were an only child, but hopefully for a short time.

We all need people cheering us on.  People who believe in us.  I sometimes believe in people more than they believe in themselves, and I know some days people believe in me more than I do myself.  I’m thankful for people that God puts in my life to say “let’s go!” to me and really believe in me.  I pray that I can be a cheerleader for my boys and my husband every day.  I pray that I can see friends in need of that and cheer them on as well.

I may not have a brother here to cheer me on, but I have great memories of days when he did.  And I pray when my boys grow that they continue to cheer each other on, and have more than just memories.

Hebrews 10:24
Let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds.

The Bad One

We had a conversation recently at our house that Austin would have argued with me on.  I guess I just found the one perk of your brother being missing… he can’t win the argument he isn’t there for!  It was one of those silly conversations that we would have laughed about.

Ben is a handful- a handsome, sweet, independent, smart, huggable, handful.  He walked early, and has been in fast forward motion ever since.  He wants to do everything himself, and when he doesn’t get his way, he makes it very clear that he’s not happy.  And then he hugs you.  And you forget what a terror he just was.  Almost.

I made the comment that Austin would really enjoy Ben, and would laugh at me trying to successfully parent this crazy little one.  Drew asked me why, and I told him that his Uncle Austin was just like Ben, and would really appreciate seeing me tortured so!  I jokingly told Drew that “Uncle Austin was the bad one and I was the good one.”  Drew immediately wanted to know which one he was, and I quickly answered “the good one.”

The truth is, I followed the less rocky path, the clearer path, the one that most would choose for their child.  (Note- trust me when I say that I am NOT claiming to have been or be an angel!)  Drew chooses those same paths.  He is more cautious, slower to act and quicker to think.  (Note- he is also no angel!) Drew and I play it safe.

Austin chose to do what was fun and was quicker to decide what that was.  He was sweet and never mean that I can honestly remember.  His path was different than mine, more rocky and curvy, and all his own.  I think it may have been harder, but it was his.  Decisions weren’t based on fear but on pursuing what he wanted.  What he wanted wasn’t always what we wanted for him, but it was never bad, never hurtful to others.  It was the right path for him.

Ben’s path is still so unclear…. but it’s already pretty clear that it’s not a safe and easy one, but one we’ll try his whole life to protect him on, and one I believe he’ll enjoy and be a joy to others on.  Just like his Uncle Austin.