my guys are outside playing basketball.
thing 1 is trying to teach thing 2 how to shoot.
it’s complete chaos. there is a clear breakdown of communication, and the entire lesson lasts less than 2 minutes.
the basketball lesson morphs into a sing along of, “toot tooty tooty, that’s what my baby says, toot tooty tooty” — a nonsensical song full of toot sounds, silly dance moves, and genuine boy giggles.
the song and dance break lasts another 2 minutes. this stops long enough for the boys to grab their monster feet slippers — clearly, basketball is better in monster feet.
thing 1 tries to get back to business with a lesson on pivots and dribbling.
i hear thing 1 saying things like, “dribble, dribble, dribble, pivot, jump, and score.” while thing 2 dances around and asks big brother to try to hit the frisbee he’s holding as a shield in front of his face. obviously, thing 2 is a pro in the making.
but, then, something sweet happens… they start playing TOGETHER.
i get to watch thing 1 let baby brother “steal” the ball, drive to the basket, and shoot as many times as it takes for him to make 2 points. then the hubs and i hear thing 2‘s little voice cry out, “I’M THE WINNER! I GET THE TROPHY!” he’s got huge grin on his face waving his trophy in the air– which is just the frisbee used a few minutes ago as a shield. big brother is singing, “go, bear, go!!!”
i’m writing this brief, insignificant moment down, so i remember. when this moment passes, and the boys begin to bicker over who’s fastest, who’s smarter, who can jump farther– i’ll remember on a random, sunday afternoon, the stars aligned, and the boys dropped being competitive and just played TOGETHER.
i hope remembering this moment will get me through the silly fights they’re sure to have, the snippy remarks they’re sure to say, and will keep me focused on the prize i pray for night and day.
i pray for two boys living, sharing, celebrating life TOGETHER.
because at the end of all the boyhood battles- being TOGETHER really is better.