The photo above is of my 5 year old son posing for me. I asked him to sit in front of the door and “act like you’re in trouble.” Of course I told him he wasn’t in any trouble. He is actually very good at “pretending” (acting), often putting on his own shows, with or without an audience, around the house during the day. He’ll walk around, reciting lines from his favorite movie or cartoon, word for word. He’ll also act out the emotions of the characters in the shows as well. I wouldn’t doubt it if he someday has a future in stage or screen.
Before you get upset:
The below is a fictional letter. No actual father wrote this letter to his son. No son actually had to read these words from his father. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
I love your brother more than I love you. There, I said it.
Your brother has always been a bit of a conundrum. He inherited my temper while you are arguably more like your mother. Your mom was so even-tempered and understanding. She was always so patient. She did more listening than talking most of the time. I like to talk and your brother has a mouth on him, too. Boy, does he have a mouth… You’re more quiet and reserved; just like your mother.
I love your brother more because he’s more like me.
Let’s be honest, shall we? Your brother still needs a father. You don’t. Yes, he’s an adult but still isn’t really a grown up yet. He never grew up. Probably never will. I don’t think he had a chance. Maybe he was scarred as a child. I don’t know. His mom left him when he was approaching his most vulnerable and impressionable age. I put him in therapy but I’m not sure it helped. Demons that are found at a young age are very difficult to get rid of.
I love your brother more because he needs me. You don’t.
Your brother can’t support himself. At least not reliably. He’s had a few jobs over the years but something always ends up happening and he loses it. He’s completely irresponsible with his finances, but he can be. He knows he has me as a safety net. He never finished college and seems to squander every opportunity he’s provided. I’m always there to bail him out. I have always been and will always be. That’s my job.
You don’t need me like he does. You support yourself and your family and have since you graduated from the university. Sure, you’ve asked me for favors and I’ve gladly obliged. But your brother would sink if he didn’t have me as his financial safety net.
I love your brother more because he needs my money. You don’t.
Your brother is rarely honest with me. I’m either oblivious or I don’t care; I’m not sure which. He’ll lie just to lie sometimes. I’m not saying you’re a saint, but you’re not nearly as skilled of a story teller as he is.
I love your brother more because I love being lied to. You don’t lie to me enough.
I love you, son. Most of the time. But I love your brother more. And if push came to shove, I’d choose him over you if I was forced to.
Love (when it suits me),