My brother floated to PICU last night, right next to Pediatrics and I got to see him in a different light. He was no longer my little brother who tortured me but a fellow RN, taking care of his patients and doing a damn good job at it, too. Made the big sister in me proud.
He was sad, though. He had just moved out of my parents' home and right now they aren't talking to him. The locks have been changed and I don't think my father will allow him access to the house again. I did the same thing at the same ripe age of 25 years old. Moved out of the family home without their approval. You're a girl, you're not married, what will people think? I'm sure he got the same lecture and guilt trip(except for the girl part). I don't think it would have been so bad for my parents if he had moved out with a friend or on his own. But he is now living with his girl. As a Filipino, Catholic boy, the guilt should have stopped him right in his tracks. But the American in him persevered. Most people today would probably think it's no big deal. But in my family, this is a big no-no. Goodness knows that I thought I was going to be the oldest living virgin. It goes against everything my parents taught us and now the poor boy is suffering because of it.
He followed my path in nursing and he also followed my lead as he moved out of the house. I hope that one day, he will come to peace with the idea that he just has to follow the way of his heart, that my parents will get over it one day, and that he deserves some happiness of his own. I just hope he doesn't follow my lead in Britney-Spears-watching. That could just be his undoing.