Tuesday, April 5, 2011

On Aliens and Brotherhood

#2, our 11 year old, woke up last night yelling something about aliens and bright blue lights.  It was 4 AM and I'm not too interested in alien life forms that don't live in my house, so I was a little slow to respond.

His sisters met me at their door as I passed by and asked sleepily, "What's going on?"

"Apparently the aliens have come to eat our brains or something," was my reassuring reply.

"Okay," my eldest yawned. "Do you think I'll have time to go back to sleep before they get to me?"  The two girls stumbled back to bed as I smirked at their sarcastic ways.

By the time I staggered into his room (it was soooo early), he had turned on all the lights at his end of the hall and had awakened everyone else in the house.  #2 was crouched in front of his window with coat hangers positioned between his fingers like claws.  He reminded me of a wild cat ready to pounce.

#3, age 9, leaned sleepily against the wall, also sporting coat hanger claws  as he yawned and tried valiantly to stay awake.

The moment he spotted me, my eldest boy began haranguing me with the tale of floating men, blinding blue lights, alien snakes that slithered through the window frame, and extraterrestrial conspiracies.  (The 1 year old who shares his room just stared at my blearily with a look that clearly said, "You've got to be kidding me.")  As I tried to calm #2 down, I glanced occasionally at his 9 year old brother who  propped up the doorway and shook his head.

I sent my hyped-up son down the hall to tell his father about the alien invasion while I scooted the rest of the boys back to bed.  As I tucked #3 in, I asked him what was up with the coat hangers as he clearly wasn't worried about aliens.

"It was all in his mind, Mom." My wise son told me. "It was so obvious that he was dreaming, but there was a chance he wasn't...so I thought 'He's my brother...it's my job to have his back,' besides....I couldn't let him have all the fun fighting aliens, could I?"



Indeed not.  So... here's to my sons who bravely battle aliens with coat hanger claws....and to brotherhood which makes you stand beside someone you know is crazy, ready to defend the universe together...if it comes to that.

11 comments:

Cassi@FromaCatholicDaughter said...

Oh that was so adorable. What a great brother #3 is to have his brothers back!

I do have a question for you while I'm commenting. I really like your 'If you liked this post, may I suggest...'section on your sidebar and I'd really like to add one to my blog. Could you point me in the right direction?

Maurisa said...

Now that made me smile :)

Katie said...

This is one of those posts that I can tell will be an instant classic!

WheelbarrowRider said...

I heart your boys :)

Lisa said...

I'm sitting in the bathroom, bathing 2 sick and 103+ feverish kids, on the day before my 32nd birthday, feeling sorry for myself at the prospect of spending my birthday cooped up inside dosing Tylenol and watching Disney movies. This post completely got me out of my funk, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart. ;-)

Little JoAnn said...

:) LOVE this kind of brotherhood.

Nod said...

I dig it.

Actually I don't dig anything at four in the morning, which is why I'm digging it now.

Lauren @ Magnify the Lord with Me said...

OH my gosh- what an awesome brother!!!!!

Michele said...

That is too cute. Thanks for the smile :)

fromthepews said...

And again...From the Mouth Babes...

Anonymous said...

I love this story (I have multiple boys as well) I laughed so hard I cried.