I spend most of my days keeping my two sons as far apart from each other as possible.
Two (of my 10) plates....spinning on opposite ends of the stage.
There I am, back and forth, back and forth....keeping them both going.
Just when I feel comfortable walking away for a moment...crash!
"You are stupid."
"Why do you always smells so bad?"
"No one likes you."
"I'm going to tell everyone you pee the bed."
"That's a lie!"
"So, they will believe me anyway."
"You are never getting a girlfriends!"
"You're teeth are yellow...butt head!"
Two minutes alone and the insults fly.
With others they are kind, thoughtful and supportive.
Every once in a while they forget the bitterness and enjoy a game of cards or toss the football. I usually grab my camera, sit and enjoy the bliss...the ticks...moments of joy, knowing it's fleeting.
And then boom, right in the middle of laughter they remember they can't stand each other.
Back to their separate corners.
I hate it.
"That's how all brothers are." I'm told.
Can't we all just get along?
When will it end?
In their 30's maybe?