Growing up I learned from my parents being an older sibling means you’ve got to slow down, be a leader and good example for your younger sibling. If you aren’t going to be good to your younger siblings, you are going to pay for it when they outgrow you or Karma is going to pay a visit. As a parent I try to teach my kids the same things. My son is expected to be a model example and “useful engine” around the house (we are still into Thomas references).
Unfortunately, things don’t always go to plan. Sometimes one of the kids is unagreeable. Other times the kids have no idea what they are supposed to do. On rare occasions, the Karma gods reap their vengeance.
A few weeks ago both kids were playing basketball in the house. The hoop had been lowered because the youngest is still into dunking. My oldest on the other hand can’t stand when the hoop is low. He wants to shoot from 3 point land. On top of that, he wants the hoop all the way up. He struggles to remember what it was like when the hoop was at his “just right” height.
With the hoop lowered, my youngest began to dribble and take jump shots for the first time. She made a few shots. Before you knew it, my oldest ran over screeching like a dinosaur from Jurassic Park and knocked the hoop down. With one leg on the hoop and his arms open wide he screeched as if he had captured prey. I laughed and my youngest cried and cried to see her beloved hoop be crushed so easily.
I told my son to get off the hoop but he refused. The moment I walked towards him to move him off the hoop, he jumped into action.
As he swung his leg off the hoop he fell flat on his face. I shook my head and said, “God punished you.”