[Back from travels, including a visit with my sister and her three children,
and with my own three kids. Reminded me of being a “brother” as reported in
these various individuals’ stories.]
You know you’re a big brother when.
..you share a lollipop with your 2-year-old sister, both of you taking
full-mouth licks.
..you can share your Mountain Dew with a younger brother and you’re both
slobbering all over the rim.
..you can carry your 9-month-old sister’s diaper bag anywhere.even to the zoo
or around your friends.and you don’t care.
..you get up at 2:30 in the morning to help your mom because your brother
soaked his sheets and his bed.
..you can tell your sister that you can remember going to the hospital to see
her and that you remember her screaming her head off at you.
..you take your very little, just walking sister out into the yard and Mom
grabs the camera just so that she can snap a pix and show it to a future
girlfriend (“See how good he is with kids?”).
..your little brother falls down ten feet of stairs and you tell him that
he’s not hurt and to stop crying. Obviously, you’ve seen that happen before.
..you don’t mind cuddling with five sisters all at once, even when your
friends want to go play tackle football.
..you start counting in kids, not years (I’m Kid Two, this is Kid Eight,
etc.)
..your sister that’s four kids younger than you (see what I mean?) complains
that she has way too many younger brothers and sisters.
..you’re going through a grocery checkout with four kids, and the grocery
clerk says, “What a big family you have!” and you never get tired of making
them faint when you reply, “The other five are at home.”
..and last but not least, your dad gets asked at the hospital, “Is this your
first?”, and Dad says like it’s no big deal (and it isn’t), “Nope, only
number nine.”
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Dr Bob Griffin, www.grif.net
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