52 Weeks of Brotherhood: The One with the News

52 Weeks of Brotherhood: The One with the News

52 Weeks of Brotherhood: The One with the News

When I say that we don’t allow any technology Monday through Friday afternoon, I am guilty of a Sometimes Lie or Not Quite Truth. Or, maybe we’re just us, our own unique family, doing what works for us at any given time. Whatever the case, we frequently watch the Nightly News at 6:30.

I don’t know if they watch the news with us because it’s the only screen time they have on the weekdays or if they have a genuine interest in what’s happening around the world. I grew up watching the news with my parents; whether in the afternoon or the evening, in the kitchen or in the family room. I remember discussing issues with my parents, asking my dad lots of questions. I realize now he probably just wanted to listen to the newscast, but he answered me—mostly patiently—every time.

They ask questions now when they watch the news with us. “Where is the plane?” “Why did they take that land?” “What are wounded warriors?” “Is it hard to be a firefighter?” We answer as best we can; we definitely don’t have all of the answers for their wide and varied questions, but we try.

The commercials provide the most aggravating part of our evening experience. We’ve been seeing a series of commercials for both men and women featuring medical fixes for both ED and menopause. After watching one tonight, LittleBrother asked, “So boys can’t wear that patch?” I then had to explain that some medicines are just for girls, some medicines are just for boys—which I think confused both boys as we preach a lot about how there aren’t really boy or girl toys or jobs and blah blah blah equality. So apparently it’s not the news that will start the slow seam-ripping in the fabric of gender equality we’ve been trying to weave. It’s commercialism. Which, duh, right.

The photo above is from this past week, the boys sitting in a tangle from the couch to the floor. When we watch the news, they don’t fight or argue. They ask thoughtful questions. They learn. They allow a brother into their space. I kind of like it, this news watching thing we do together. I really like them.

 

 

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Help Find My Brother’s Best Friend

Carlino Swearinger, Missing

This is Carlino Swearinger. He is 25-years-old. He is missing.

Carlino Swearinger, Missing

He is my brother’s best friend.

Last night, March 19, 2014, some time between 10:45 and 11:00pm, Carlino went missing from his home in the Aliquippa/Hopewell, PA area, outside Pittsburgh, PA. He left behind all of his personal belongings. His wife thinks he was wearing a grey shirt with blue jeans and a belt, and tan steel toed shoes. He is a Native American male who is 5-foot-10, about 150 pounds and has brown hair and brown eyes.

It is now believed he traveled to the Philadelphia area.

If you have any information about Carlino, please contact the Captain Dexter.

If you live in Pittsburgh or know people in Pittsburgh, please share the information.

And please, everyone, just say a prayer—for Carlino’s wife Jodi, for my brother and sister-in-law, for Carlino’s family, for all of our hearts.

Update: Carlino is alive, but still missing. Please join and share the Find Carlino Swearinger Facebook Group.