I still have a scar below my knee where my sister K. pushed me off of her bed when we were young. Do you have scars like that? The sibling relationship is a curious mix of love and hate. When we are young, it is a terrible itch that we are constantly scratching – often drawing blood.
I remember Bitchy's reaction when we brought Sassy home from the hospital. It only took her a week to decide that she was quite an inconvenience and would bite Sassy on the foot if we ever left them unattended (which we learned early on NEVER to do). I remember one time in particular when they were three and five I heard them laughing and laughing in the dining room. I decided to sneak a peek to see what was so humorous, and to my horror I saw that Bitchy had colored her Sassy from head to toe with blue magic marker. It was not a washable marker, and she looked like a Smurf for at least a week.
In school sharing we often hear about these tumultuous relationships at home.
Jack: My brother is sometimes mean when we play! He thinks he owns the basement and sometimes kicks me out. Then I stomp upstairs and turn off the lights and lock him down there.
John: My brother always takes my toys – he pulls them out of my hand. I say “no thank you” and he STILL does it!
Hye-lei: My sister shouts at me to get out of the car faster!
Brian: I would take Hye’s sister!
Hye: No, Brian, she shouts a lot.
As we grow older the sibling relationship becomes something quite different. In my own family we have clung to each other through the sudden losses of both our mother and our father. We’ve rejoiced in our own marriages, the births of our children and their own misfortunes and successes. We laugh and rejoice when we see glimpses of our parents in the faces and talents of our children. We beamed with our sister at high school graduations, and tearfully held her through the funeral of her youngest son. We rejoice in the small moments of success and happiness, and treasure these bonds that have kept us moving forward through this adventure called life.
And now, 44 years after the birth of our little garcon, I can honestly say I love him like a brother. Which, of course if you ask him, is very, very convenient. (And for those of you out there who paid him for peeks- we will track you down…)
It's a repost.
Sue me.
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You mother was beautiful. She looks so stylish in those pictures.
I wish I was closer to my brothers. I am the oldest (the only girl). We never really fought or interacted that much. Now, my evil cousin on the other hand threw a rock at my face and I have a scar on my nose and above my eye.
Happily buzzed on vodka and Fresca :)
Just came across your blog and found it hilarious and will definitely be following along with the other 1,500 followers out there.
And this is why being an identical twin is so much fun...
Just wrote a post about the love I have for my brother. Love this post repost or not.
the sibling thing is strange, but I owe my life to my sis deb, she is brilliant.
I have a mark (not quite a scar, more like a dot) on my thigh where my brother, at the age of about 2, plunged a pencil into my leg, breaking the tip of the lead off in my thigh!!
To this I can totally relate!
http://www.readingrosie.com/2009/04/sibling-moment.html
How appropriate for me to read this tonight. My 20mo bit her 3.5yo sister on the back today. Not enough to break the skin but I'm sure there will be a bruise.
Sigh, ah sibling love!
and just as amusing the second time around!
and your mom looks HAWT in that picture!
Oh yes... a repost. You will be hearing from my attorney very soon. LOL
Great post.
Di
The Blue Ridge Gal
My two male cousins use to try to kill eachother when they were young, fighting. Now they are best friends. It's odd, yet I'm glad!
Having been an only child for most of my childhood, I made sure I had at least two kids. While they may fight, my boys are one another's best friends. Tonight I heard them explaining to a friend of theirs that you can call your brother your friend because he's your friend as well as your brother. They can drive each other nuts but they have one another for life. What a gift.
Happy Birthday to the young garcon.
I love that your kids Bravehearted each other.
Your mom was SO glamorous. Beautiful!
Sue you? Ah, you're just lookin' for some excitement, Boston Legal style, aren't you?
When my sister was 9 months old and laying on the couch I slapped her. My mother shouted at me and said "Suzy, why did you do that?" and I replied "Because she was bad."
I put my 2 week old little sister in the trash can once while my grandmother was babysitting us. When grandma picked her out of the trash I begged her to take her to Walmart & get a refund. Haha!
What do you mean "paid him for peeks?" Was it to peek at you?
Secretia
It's amazing how much that relationship changes over time. The same kid that used I used to roll around on the floor in the most vicious fist fights with, is now my most cherished friend.
Wow. Trees and apples...lovely repost :)))
I don't have any scars from fights with my two older siblings (they were never fast enough to catch me. Although there was that time when I was 3 or 4 years old, and my sister put me in a plastic toy baby carriage (with the wheels broken off), and slid me down a long flight of stairs into a wall.
Years later, I fell about 15-20 feet after the vine I was swinging on broke. (There were vines in the gully that was behind our house on the Chesapeake Bay). My sister was with me, and she screamed in horror. When I heard her I stayed hidden behind the log I fell next too and started giggling. It angered her that she had to come over and see if I was dead or not, and there I was laughing. Push me down the stairs in a baby buggy, will ya?
You never really appreciate your siblings until you're an adult. Mine are pretty amazing... even if they do still make me crazy sometimes!
I don't think I ever saw this one... But I love it - I have my own little brother. For the most part - I was pretty nice to him. But I did have him convinced that he had a small bald spot on the very back of his head. Like - for years.
great story thanks..
I wish I was closer to my sister..but not ready.
Looking like a Smurf aint all bad.
This post reminded me, loosely and pathetically (but never mind) if the time when my little sister ran out into the garden, tripped in a hole and cracked her head on the climbing frame. I spotted my little princess of a sister on the ground in tears and ran out to help her...
*trip*
*crack*
I'm just glad my mum didn't trip when she ran out!
i won't sue you. i loved it both times!
loved looking at the pics, too, petite mademoiselle!
My brother and I have always gotten along well, even when he is being a teensy bit petty.
BTW, You look so much like your mother! Lovely!
I'm glad you reposted this. I didn't see it the first time-- It's wonderful.
Have a great weekend.
jj
it might be a repost but it's new to me LOL
makes me want to write about my siblings...I think you gave me my new blog idea :)
I've got a scar embedded in my eyebrow - from standing on my brother's stomach while he rolled back and forth and suddenly he did a fast jerky roll and into the corner of the TV console I went.
I perfected the art of beating my sister while yelling, "Mom! Mom, she's HITTING ME!"
Funny. My mom never came up.
Bitch was onto me.
My mother was our Girl Scout leader and when we had meetings at our house our brother would take the girls to little sister's bedroom and show them the boogers she had put on her wall. We didn't find this out for about 30 years! Those were some good times.
A great posting, VKMom, and what beauties you all are in that picture, and even so now...
Merci mille x
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