A little over a year ago my brother came to visit me...and never left. I have to accept some responsiblity because I agreed to the arrangement but I can admit that I had no idea what I'd gotten myself into. It's been a rollercoast ride of emotions as we slipped in and out of the blurred lines of a sister/brother mother/son relationship.
On many accounts it's been a long year of late nights spent worrying as I was forced into the role of surrogate mother for my teenage brother. But after wrestling a few demons to the ground he's emerged a new man.
On Thursday he told me that he's moving out in a couple weeks. This was part of the original plan - the arrangement was designed to be a hand up, not a hand out. I know how important and helpful hand ups can be - I've been blessed to have some really special people in my life who have helped me along the way. I can't even begin to pretend to have arrived but I've come along way baby and truly believe that it's because of the beautiful people that God has sent my way.
I'm really proud of my brother, he's come a long way since the day he arrived. I'd love to think that I had something to do with that.
