So I'm just working near the window that
overlooks the yard. Coz I like looking out at the kids
playing as I think. The
boys play together and boys being boys, the play is usually rough and one or
both always end up crying. Now baby baby is a one year old who thinks he’s
bigger than his 3 year old brother. So he bullies little man with no apologies
or pretenses. Now, My little man doesn’t like fights so he usually just pushes
baby baby away. Sometimes the push is hard enough to make baby baby fall and
then he cries. Now this is where things get interesting especially if baby baby
lets out less than 3 wails. He gets up and charges at his brother! Who doesn’t get
this whole fighting thing so he just stares at this little guy with an
expression that says ‘what the heck is he trying?’ By now baby baby has picked
up a toy, or a stick or even a stone, yes, I kid you not, a stone! And is now
charging waving his weapon and smashing it into a shocked little man. At this
point the dog is wise enough to step away and just watch. Now, Little man
either hits back and goes tells on his brother to the help, leaving baby baby
wailing like the world is crashing down on him for no good reason, or Little
man himself starts bawling as he runs off to tell on his brother, who chases
his big brother until my help shows up at the scene. Then baby baby drops the
said weapon and quickly engages himself in something else for all I can tell
trying to look like he knows nothing of what little man is talking about. This happens
twice every hour. At first I used to be so worried at every fall, at every
shove, at every wail… Now I’ve learned when to stay away and let nature take
its course. Now I move only when I see a real possibility of blood or a huge
swelling. I also try to remember how it was at home when we were young with the
siblings. We eventually grew up, dents, bandages and all. Anyhoo, I do enjoy
watching them play, it gives me insight into who they are when mum is not perceived
to be around.
Today as I write this, Little man has learnt
from his brother. He pushed baby baby down from where they both were and he
quickly ran across the yard so that my help found him supposedly too busy and
too far from the crying baby…
