I’ve got a theory here, based on some recent observation. I’m beginning to think that there’s only a finite amount of maturity in each family, maybe even the world, which would go a long way toward explaining some recent-ish behavior here on the Jones Compound.
You know the old theory about how this sort of thing works. As a little dude grows up in to a young dude and thence into dudehood itself, he andor she gradually matures, taking on adult responsibilities and eventually quits doing stuff like, oh, just to pluck an example out of the air, deliberately annoying someone just because you know it’ll make him andor her mad. It’s called growing up and, no matter how much we might dislike the idea, it’s something we all do. Eventually. I hope.
Over the last year or two, I’ve been seeing a lot of that maturity out of one of my young dudes, who shall remain nicknameless. It’s actually quite amazing how much he’s matured this last little bit. I was looking forward to having two mature young dudes in the house and seeing them exert a beneficial effect on the youngest little dude. It was going to be great.
Here’s the deal, though.
As the one young dude has grown and matured, the other young dude (obviously not Hyper Lad) seems to have regressed. It’s almost as is one of the dudes has been siphoning off maturity from his brother.
Hyper Lad, who’s all of 11, and the regressing young dude keep getting into almost knock-down, drag-out fights over, literally, nothing. I don’t know about you dudes, but it’s a bit disheartening when I’ve got to appeal to an 11-year-old to be the mature one in a fight with a brother who can already drive.
I’m not sure what else we can do other than pointing out the inconsistency and hoping the older young dude’s still-growing frontal cortex will eventually kick in and start regulating his behavior. Or maybe he just needs some more space. Like, for instance, going away to college. I know living four states away from my sister did wonders for our relationship.
Of course, if my theory is right and there’s only a set amount of maturity for each family, that could also explain my obsession with Cartoon Network and be the reason my favorite sentence these days seems to be “So’s your face.” Or maybe that’s just me.