{"id":17772,"date":"2024-10-28T12:15:54","date_gmt":"2024-10-28T09:15:54","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/istorija\/broliai\/"},"modified":"2026-03-23T17:56:12","modified_gmt":"2026-03-23T14:56:12","slug":"brothers","status":"publish","type":"istorija","link":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/story\/brothers\/","title":{"rendered":"Brothers"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>We humans are thrifty.<br \/>\nAnd mindful of nature.<\/p>\n<p>I just unpacked a basket of clothes for Mykolas, brought from the village.<br \/>\nClothes he inherited from \u201cbratko\u201d Do.<br \/>\nAnd in the gap between the brothers, even sister Jonas managed to grow into them.<br \/>\nAnd to be completely honest\u2014Patricija in the village had more than once popped out wearing clothes already outgrown by one brother and not yet grown into by the other, all decked out by Grandma.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat\u2019s the problem?\u201d she\u2019d say.<br \/>\n\u201cIt doesn\u2019t say it has to be just for boys.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I agree. It\u2019s even funnier when Mykolas, happy in pink tights with butterflies from the village, runs off.<br \/>\nAnd those mid-length blond hairs dancing in the wind\u2026<\/p>\n<p>And so the wheel of time spins.<br \/>\nI run my fingers over clothes that, it seems, not long ago, little Dominykas would whirl through like a whirlwind, ducking under the table.<br \/>\nAnd now I\u2019m looking at a thirteen-year-old nearly as tall as me.<\/p>\n<p>And sometimes, dressing Mykolas, I mix up the names and call him by his brother\u2019s name.<\/p>\n<p>They grow. We don\u2019t age\u2014like a record stuck in your head.<br \/>\nOnly, occasionally, when I ask the kids to describe someone\u2019s age, they say:<br \/>\n\u201cAbout like you, Mom.\u201d<br \/>\n\u201cAnd so then this one? Young or old?\u201d<br \/>\n\u201cAbout like you,\u201d the kids dodge the answer.<\/p>\n<p>Understand this:<br \/>\nMoms never grow old or elderly.<br \/>\nVery young, before they\u2019ve been \u201cgifted\u201d by life\u2019s little miracles,<br \/>\nthey simply become MOMS.<\/p>\n<p>Showering them with love<br \/>\nlike the finest elixir of youth.<br \/>\nWe notice our own age only in the baskets of clothes we outgrow and they grow into.<\/p>\n<p>Sweet, never-aging MOMS,<br \/>\nmirrors may lie.<br \/>\nRound, loving eyes\u2014never.<\/p>\n<p>Mua,<br \/>\nV.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-17772","istorija","type-istorija","status-publish","hentry"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/istorija\/17772","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/istorija"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/istorija"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17772"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}