Siblings, they often fight argue, claim they hate each other, but at the end of the day – most of the time they will be there for each other, most of the time. If you never had any of those battles, well to each their own but my brother and I had big battles…major battles. Our situation was a bit different, as he had some anger management issues, and more issues that I won’t bother sharing on here – needless to say, getting a long with him was a challenge. Even for my parents. One moment would be great, then next it was a big battle. With my mom and dad, with me, with any authority figure. Then once my parents divorced it was an even bigger battle from my step- dad and my dad’s lady friend he had for many years, it was on going. Even with Ryan, there has been battles. Although draining, irritating and frustrating, Tyler is still my brother. If you keep him busy and you don’t give him criticism, or give him too much of a hard time – he is great. Other times, not so much – he used to be somewhat scary – someone Ryan didn’t like me being around alone because of his temper.
I remember when he started driving, I was living in Colorado and just the thought of it made me nervous and I was an entire state away. This was my little brother. That kid in the video at age 2 angry I was playing with his mickey mouse slippers on halloween. The kid that I accidentally smacked in the back of the head with a bat trying to show him the right way to hit the ball off of the tee, for T Ball (this is far more funny now than it was then – but I still kinda feel bad about it! Poor Kid!) . The little kid I would bribe to clean my room, saying I would teach him how to draw when we were little. He was now driving. Scary. One year ago, I look him Senior photos while he was visiting us in Colorado, and then in May he graduated. This was all a bit much for me.
He was a late dater, and he is a nice kid, big heart, sometimes a bit socially awkward but he is my brother, and he never really aimed real high when it came to girls. The girl he dated around the time of his graduation was pretty…..scummy… that’s the nicest word I can come up with. She was a girl that was not good for my brother. He started getting worse, bad attitude, disrespectful – started being very off the wall, and harsh to all of us, thanks to this girlfriend of his. He began to burn bridges. Quickly. This was a big turning point, backwards. We hated to see him go this direction, but no matter what we said or did, it only made matters worse. I knew this girlfriend of his was a big part of it.
About 6.5 months ago, he began to date this girl, Amy, he had known her for a while and had gone to school with her. A gal that has had a pretty rough life, kind of quiet. She was nice, had manners, and was social – which was a lot more than the other gal. Although….she was indeed something the other girl wasn’t, pregnant. (Yep, put on the brakes, say what?) This was something I was not so sure about. Being the protective older sister, I wanted to pull him aside and say, “what in God’s name are you thinking?” but something urged me not to, so I didn’t. Although this baby isn’t his, he wanted it to be, badly. He even considered having the baby take his last name, this is where I had to say something. I discussed the options and assistance Amy can get by just having herself on the birth certificate, and encouraging that he just adopt the baby in the future if they are still together.
There was something about Amy, and this baby that changes something inside of Tyler. Don’t get me wrong, he still gets on rants, runs his mouth a little too much – but we all tend to do that sometimes whether we admit to it or not, but he has had a new sense of calm to him. There has been this happiness that would resound all around him. He had a more even demeanor, and just overall more pleasant to be around. He started to be someone we enjoyed being around, more helpful, you could joke with him, laugh with him, I began liking this new Tyler. He was maturing…a lot. I became rather impressed.
A couple weeks about Isabella Marie was brought into this world on January 2nd. Amy spent nearly 24 hours in the hospital before she came, and then one and a half days after the birth. Not once did my brother leave her side, or leave the hospital. I came Monday afternoon bearing some food, since both of them had nothing nice to say about the hospital food (who does?) The look on my brother’s face was pure excitement to be showing off this little baby, although not his no one would even know it – not even have a clue. I remember thinking many, many times before this baby came things like, “You are 18 – what in the world are you thinking? You aren’t ready for a baby.” Ready or not, the baby came and I have gained a new respect for my little brother – although this baby is not his, he is stepping up for the baby and for Amy when they have had no one else. This IS his baby, blood or not. He has taken the initiative to love two girls that have genuinely changed his life for the better, make him grow up a little and mature. This is a commendable act, that many would never dare to do…but he did it. He did it with little to no doubt, no matter what the rest of us were saying to him or about him. He made the decision that he knew in his heart was right, and for this I have gained a higher more commendable respect for him. I have seen a side I have never seen before, that I know is here to stay and I will say that I am quite proud to call this little brother of mine, that seemingly not so long ago was a blonde haired cute little kid now all grown up with a girlfriend he loves and a baby he adores, my brother.