52 Weeks of Brotherhood: The One with Tired Brothers

The One with Tired Brothers

The One with Tired Brothers

The night before, BigBrother opened the door to the second bedroom in our suite well after he should have fallen asleep. In fact, I should have already climbed in bed and headed off to Snoozetown as well.

“I can’t sleeeeeep,” he whined at me.

I understood. The excitement of seeing their sister built all week long, only to be followed by a long car ride and only 15 minutes with her before everyone needed to get ready for bed. He knew the next day would bring lots of time together, and his little, excited heart and brain went into overdrive with the thought of it all.

Me too.

I shuffled him off to bed before forcing myself off to bed as well, visions of siblings in my head.

Both boys woke ridiculously early the next morning, not too long after the snow plow in the parking lot forced me from my own slumber. I really understood, but goodness, I felt tired.

They spent the rest of their day playing with, eating with, laughing with, and making noise with their sister. The evening hours involved watching her on stage, whistling after every song, and staring at her with adoring eyes. Then more playing and laughing; more memory making together.

By the time we got back to our hotel suite, the boys looked as tired as they felt. We rushed through bedtime rituals and tucked them in. Not long after, I checked on them to find this: two brothers absolutely zonked out after a busy day with their sister.

I went to bed with a smile on my face.



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Cooler Than You

Cooler Than You

Cooler Than You

She’s been playing guitar and singing with School of Rock for quite some time. After my important life-lesson on 90s music, she chose The Best of the 90s show this fall. She performed in the show today.

She sang lead vocals on “Buddy Holly” by Weezer, “Don’t Look Back in Anger” by Oasis, and “Meet Virginia” by Train. She sang back-up vocals on “Under the Bridge” by the Red Hot Chili Peppers. She played electric guitar on “Mr. Jones” by Counting Crows, “Only Wanna Be With You” by Hootie and the Blowfish, “Fly Away” by Lenny Kravitz, “Fake Plastic Trees” by Radiohead, and “Jumper” by Third Eye Blind.

I sat in the audience, sometimes close to the stage staring up at the amazing girl that is my daughter, with my breath mostly caught in my throat. There she stood and swayed, played and sang, all the music that means something and anything to me. The music that I often play when I’m lost in thought or feeling about my journey with her and apart from her. The music that both lets me escape and brings me back.

The feelings washing over me all evening felt intense; the challenge came in letting myself feel them, understand them in that moment. I felt relieved when we walked out into the cool January air, but so very grateful for the chance to see her in what is so very obviously her element.

I knew she was cool before tonight, but I now know that she’s cooler than all of us. Cooler than we could ever hope to be.