One of the twins looked a little upset when they arrived home from school yesterday. Anxious to know that he was alright, I picked him up and carried him up to my room. I then sat him down on my bed and asked him how his day had been, in reply to which he didn’t punch me in the face for snooping. Instead, he eventually divulged details of a school bus dispute with a couple of older girls.
From the dark recesses of my brain, I managed to dish up a whole lot of rambly advice on what to do when others tease you. Maybe he just tired of listening to a speech that must’ve reeked of after-school special, or maybe the modules I took in ‘Peacekeeping and Conflict Resolution’ are more practically applicable to daily life than I ever realized, but either way, he soon looked a little happier.
(As did I, consequently… In fact, him being upset is probably far more traumatizing to me than it is to him.)
To lighten the mood, we then decided to make some tea… because, you know, tea solves all problems. Tea is the best. I love tea. Don’t you love tea? I sure do. Pursuant to this appreciation, my mind momentarily succumbed to the sensory memory of the soothing fragrance of green tea. It was during this brief episode of absentmindedness that my six-year-old little brother suddenly uttered what may be the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.
“You are easy to love!”
Stunned, I snapped out of the tea-trance and asked him to repeat what he had just said. Maybe I’d misheard him. Maybe he was actually talking about Star Wars. Anakin Skywalker, most likely.
“You are easy to love!”, he said once more.
What a wordsmith, eh? In that moment, my heart not only melted, he also rendered all future misdeeds instantly forgivable for the next 17 years at least. What’s that, sweetums, you skinned our rabbits and made a full fur Russian Cossack trapper hat for your arts & crafts project? You knocked an elderly man unconscious with his own walking aid? You torched the entire southern hemisphere? No worries, Trina still loves you.
Looking into his giant, blue eyes, I considered the power of words. It’s funny, isn’t it, how they have the power to both crush and heal us…