Day 42: Your children aren't best friends anymore #100daychallenge

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I was just thinking about this the other day when a text from my brother turned my entire day around. He's out West and it's been about three months since we saw each other last. We typically keep in touch via Twitter and texts and have been "scheduling" weekend calls to play catch-up. 

Faiz is my very best friend and has been for quite some time. But I wouldn't say it was like that growing up. As kids, I don't think we ever hesitated to drop everything for each other, but we rarely saw eye to eye and ended up fighting about this and that. It was usually my fault.

I think I fear losing my brother as my best friend more than my parents fear our bond fading. And I only say that because their relationships with their siblings are so...distant? Complicated? Sort of. I don't know.

My mom and dad both have very different relationships with their siblings. Mom grew up with a sister-heavy household and when they get together (which isn't often enough) it's all laughs and giggles and such a good time. Dad grew up with brothers and I always feel like there's this "lightness" missing in their interactions. 

I think my folks both feel that Faiz and I will eventually and naturally grow apart as our lives go on. I'll worry about that if and when I have to. For now, let's not.

Now if I were to have children in the future, and I'm saying this because I truly value the bond I have with my brother, it would absolutely destroy my little heart if my children were to grow apart.

I know so many siblings who have broken up or who've never even felt that kind of connection with each other in the first place. And because it's selfishly human nature to apply every little instance of another creature's life to your own, that kind of breaks me. But I've never been in their shoes, so what do I know?

Now I'm wondering what it would take for me to turn on my brother...

*Disclaimer: Yes, I know I'm about five days behind BUT life has been all kinds of hectic with religious festivities, deadlines and blah blah blah more excuses. I felt guilty going to bed without writing every night if that's any consolation.

The #100daychallenge writing series is my way of holding my right brain accountable for all the brain fog in hopes that I'll learn to creatively organize my thoughts and learn something(s) new about myself in the process. The challenge includes prompts from the San Francisco Writers' Grotto's 642 Things to Write About. You can also follow my #100daychallenge here.

Unapologetically yours,
Fiza