#442
My baby brother turned fourteen yesterday. He is the youngest of the three of us and the one that I have the most difficult time of grasping the concept of us growing older.
Every time I see him he is bigger and taller but whenever there are any thoughts of him the image that appears is still one of a child. It is so hard because in so many ways to me he is still the little boy running around the house, that I would carry or cuddle (until he starting crying of course). I think it is partly the fact that there was an opportunity to spend so much time with him as a toddler and really losing that connection and quality time. He developed other interests and did not come into town as often, then there was college, and now we live farther apart, in other words, I never actually saw him grow up. For example with out other brother we somehow, no idea how but we did, have kept in touch and see and spend time with each other. To put it bluntly: We have gotten older together while my youngest brother and I have not. This is probably something of what parents must feel as their children get older: "Wait a minute... twenty five years passed already?"
Every time I see him he is bigger and taller but whenever there are any thoughts of him the image that appears is still one of a child. It is so hard because in so many ways to me he is still the little boy running around the house, that I would carry or cuddle (until he starting crying of course). I think it is partly the fact that there was an opportunity to spend so much time with him as a toddler and really losing that connection and quality time. He developed other interests and did not come into town as often, then there was college, and now we live farther apart, in other words, I never actually saw him grow up. For example with out other brother we somehow, no idea how but we did, have kept in touch and see and spend time with each other. To put it bluntly: We have gotten older together while my youngest brother and I have not. This is probably something of what parents must feel as their children get older: "Wait a minute... twenty five years passed already?"