Laying in the playpen, I clutched my baby doll close to me. The room was dark and my grandparents were fast asleep. I knew that the next day everything would change.
And it did.
My brother was born in late December making us three years apart. We grew up in New York with parents who wondered what they did to deserve kids like us. It was a mixture of all things awesome with karma intertwined. They may have a different take.
Growing up, we played with all of the neighborhood kids. My brother was competitive. The type that did not take losing well. My favorite memories are those of my mom dragging him by the ear as he turned red and yelled at everyone who had gotten in his way of winning. It was quite entertaining to an older sister.
Honestly, looking back I hardly blame him. The kid was good at all things sports related. Probably better than good. It was hardly his fault if everyone didn’t play up to his standards. Yes, you did read that with a bit of sarcasm.
We fought ALL THE TIME. I was that sneaky typical older sister. Usually I was one step ahead of him until he finally caught on to my ways and then it became like an episode of Survivor…outwit and outlast. Now, that I see it through a parents eyes with two kids of my own, I know it’s only a matter of time before I really can appreciate all that my mom and dad put up with.
Then it got better.
Somewhere around college and high school, we became a team.
A brother turned into a best friend of sorts. He was the one who was there when things were crappy and life kind of unraveled. He could take his sarcasm and humor to make me smile.
Most of all, I knew there was always someone by my side.
Things change when people get older. I moved away. He married and has two kids of his own. We don’t see each other as much and that pretty much sucks. It is awesome to see our kids play together and I wish there was more time for that.
But when I am back at home and we are sitting around the dinner table reliving old stories with my parents, it is as if all the moments come back and my heart is full. We could sit around all day and tell the best stories of back in the day…. ones that are just too cool to blog about and have to be told in person.
Facebook has some crazy national sibling day going on. I can never keep up with these days but my brother is someone I am forever grateful for.
One week until my birthday!!! This post is sure to bring tears to my parents eyes who will really get me a good birthday present and for my brother who may get me an even cooler one.
PS) I am the real #4.
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