I called a friend of mine the other day. (I shall refer to her as MommyFriend.) I have been neglecting said MommyFriend. Not on purpose. You see, she had a baby a month and a half before LittleBrother arrived. And so, we’ve played phone tag a little bit, first as she adjusted to having two kids under two at home and then as I adjusted to having two kids, two and under. It takes awhile, that adjustment period. Thankfully, she was understanding. And we finally got together today.
You see, MommyFriend has a daughter who is two months younger than BigBrother. We’ve already married them off. And today we introduced LittleBrother to his future wife, who happens to be a month and a half older. In fact, we’re marrying them off all at the same time. In twenty-four years there will be a double ceremony. BigBrother and his wife will be twenty-six and LittleBrother and his wife will be twenty-four. And all will be well with the world.
What? It doesn’t work like that?
Because, you see, we trust these girls’ parents. They will be raised properly. You know, with respect and what not. They’re good people. We trust them. MommyFriend has watched BigBrother before and, other than our own mothers, no one else has watched our son(s). That’s trust! Of course, I know, in the end, it doesn’t matter. I had amazing parents that other people trusted. And I had some struggles in my life. I wasn’t always respectful. I didn’t always choose the right path. I made some bad decisions. And I’m sure my own boys will have their own list of mistakes as will both of their current girlfriends and their future wives, should they choose to get married.
I just got all deep and introspective. But it’s true.
All the same, LittleBrother and his girlfriend hung out on the floor, kicking at each others’ heads while BigBrother took his girlfriend’s hand and directed her back to his bedroom. I did call back the hallway, “You won’t always be able to take her back there,” but my heart melted all the same, watching two little lovebirds bubble over with joy at books and trains and cars. Sharing, of course, is a different story but the excitement was contagious.
It won’t always be this simple. I treasure these days.