Being a Brother

My boys are like most male siblings. On a typical day they wrestle, tease each other, compete, and blame each other for the trail of popcorn leading from the kitchen to the television downstairs messes around the house. But deep down I know they love each other. So it always warms my heart to come across scenes like this: Brandon was playing a game of chess with Tyler. And he wasn't trying to beat him. He could have of course, he is six years older and has much more chess playing under his belt. But he wasn't. He was just playing a friendly game and showing his brother the ropes. If he could see that Tyler was about to make a wrong move, he would start shaking his head, and Tyler would re-think it. You could just see the confidence building on his little seven year old face. I don't know who ended up winning the game, I don't know if there even was a winner. But for 30 minutes, a seven year old felt like he was holding his own against his thirteen year old brother. And that's what being a brother is all about.