Testosterone – Myth or real?
My house says it’s real. In the words of Jackie Childs, the famed and stupendous attorney for Cosmo Kramer, it’s real and it’s spectacular Jerry!I told my big bro about this a while ago. The lovely, talented and vivacious one and I actually laughed many years ago at my brother and his wife, who didn’t really seem too comfortable with the constant fighting between their two elder boys, at the time aged 10+12. They simply had to separate them at all times, for the two of them couldn’t be in the same room or hell would break loose.
We laughed, we stood in amazement (okay we didn’t really laugh or shake our heads or stand in amazement, but it makes a far better story doesn’t it?) at their inability. Catherine, for her part, offered that you need to lay down the law – you are in charge, make them stop. I nodded in agreement.
Fast forward 7 years, our own children are no longer angelic in nature. They are no longer in awe of the fat man in the red suit. The Easter bunny is but a mere thought and the tooth fairy isn’t happy or gay let alone real. Life changed a bit on us while we were napping.
I fathered two boys. My offspring as it were will always be the apples of my eyes. They will get from life what they deserve as do we all, but in the meantime, I think that Cath and I could just as easily throw them both through a plate glass window most nights.
The simple statement “stop” has no meaning in our house anymore.
Two boys; two agendas.
Constant nattering is the only thing that seems constant in our home today. Whether it’s the older one being the tough guy and pushing around his much younger brother. Whether it’s the younger one who walks into the basement where big bro is playing video games or working on the computer and just randomly starts to play his drums? Forget that our house is replete with 7 or 8 rooms and that each of them has their own. This is all about who can piss off the other first and most.
I stopped getting involved a few days ago – my parents let my brothers torture me, why should my guys have it any other way. The youngest won the first post-referee battle – a swift and hard knee into the small of the larger one’s back assured his victory, however dirty and malicious the hit was. In tears, I told the older one that he brought it on. That was apparently not the right answer.
The venom is literally spewing these days, from both of them, and no matter how hard I try to stay out, I can’t. Someone’s going to get hurt here and as a responsible parent I think it’s my job to stop it lest I be taken away by the local Children’s Aid. As hard as I tried to stay out last night, I couldn’t, I got involved and literally the only thing I proved capable of doing was delaying the inevitable.
So again tonight, I will do my best to stay put. I will resist all temptations to referee this battle and hopefully one days the two will realize that no matter what they do today and over the next few years as their testosterone takes over their lives, when the dust finally settles there is a better than naught chance that the two of them will become BFF’s.
posted by G.M. Shier @ Tuesday, January 24, 2012
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