Level Two. My kind of love.

Level Two. My kind of love.

By Michelle Lloyd.

Having a new addition to the family had been…err well it had been a new kind of experience for RV. A lot had happened since those first tentative days of his first arrival and RV had done a lot of growing up. They had been through a lot and now felt that they were the better for it.

As RV watched with a mixture of pride, passion and perplexed emotions, his mum carried the baby brother Dillon out to his playpen where he would not be in danger of catching or throwing any of the baking ingredients that she had been using in the kitchen. Things could get a bit wild in there, especially when mum was doing her own bake off challenge.

RV followed into the other room where he sat on the floor and played with little Dillon. The said little brother who had caused chaos in his life but with one goofy smile made him feel protective and loving of him at the same time. He could certainly be a handful and no one really knew that better than him. Only that morning they had been involved in a full on family wrestling game of pin the baby into the baby grow while narrowly avoiding half an arsenal of cuddly toys being thrown at them for their efforts! It had taken two parents and a brother to get him only partially dressed and that was rather an achievement. Another time at an animal park, Dillon in his baby antics mode had threatened to throw his half full beaker at a member of the wildlife display team and that had nearly got them all banned from the centre. Again, what could RV feel but the awkwardness of the situation that was now his life, wash over him.

Instead RV had let the feelings of embarrassment about his brother build and build, all he could think about his sibling situation was thoughts of distress about his predicament. In going out, even for the shortest of times, they would need to take a barrage of items and clean up equipment. It was like a military prepared for mission, instead of a short trip out and baby Dillon’s awkward moments were the cause of it all.

The situation was not a happy one and it was only getting worse…that was, until the day of the football match. RV had been enrolled in an after school sporting event and he had been practicing for the day of the match. Finally, when it came to the time of the most important game, RV had felt proud to be put in a primary goal scoring position. All of his team mates were encouraging him to do it, he was himself primed for the winning score but deep down, he was worried that despite his parents being there to witness this epic moment of glory, Dillon would go and do something embarrassing that could cause them to miss it. There was nothing for it though and RV had to go ahead and make for his winning move.

It was that for a few minutes there had been utter silence. As the ball went flying through the air, soared past the energetic but not quick enough goalie and then landed at the back of the net, nobody exclaimed a thing. There were smiles on his parents’ faces and as RV tried to take the full excitement of the moment in, he kept expecting Dillon to do something awkward and distract the situation, but his chubby, baby sized arms lifted in happiness and his gurgles of adoration for his brother said it all. It was little Dillon who raised the roof, if indeed there had been one, with his wails of delight. He started off the happy chanting, clapping and RV felt moved beyond words by his little brother’s clear admiration of him. It made him so happy that the subsequent display from little Dillon, even though it was a bit on the OTT side, did nothing to subside his love for him.