Firstborn has earned my respect last night.
His little brother teased him with great zest. His kid brother sang Gloc 9’s “Magda” and changed some of its lyrics.
“ito’y kwento ng isang lalaki
natutulog sa umaga, nagwawalis sa gabi
natutulog sa umaga, magma-mop sa gabi…”
Though not familiar with the song, I knew my eight-year old’s intention — to tease his kuya. Why? Because after dinner, I always asked Firstborn to sweep the floor. Floor cleaning has always been firstborn’s house chore.
Startled by the unexpected “provocation” of Bunso toward his kuya, I felt a sudden shortness of breath. I was afraid to what Firstborn would say or do to his younger brother.
My eldest son’s unusual gracious reply was, ” It should have been ‘nagwawalis sa umaga, nagwawalis sa gabi...’ ” then released that quaint, coy smile.
He finally learned how to extend patience to his younger brother and not be affected by the little boy’s naughty remarks.
Very good, kuya!
* This was two years ago. Firstborn still sweeps and mops the floor. He got used to it and every morning on weekends, he would clean the house even without me reminding him.