Another Little Brother

My first clear memory was when I was three, just a handful of months before my fourth birthday.  I caught my parents looking at two plastic bat and ball sets.  I knew I shouldn’t have looked, shouldn’t have been there, but I saw them and ran back to where I was supposed to be.

The next memory was a few days later.  My little brother and I were playing with the bat sets in the backyard of my grandparent’s house.  I had received a red bat and yellow ball; while, my little brother had a yellow bat and a red ball.  We switched balls.  I was always given red things, and my brother always received blue.  I always got the hero action figure, and my little brother always got the side-kick.

I remember throwing the ball up and trying to hit it.  I was wearing a short set, probably pink, though I’m only guessing because of photographs.  I remember we didn’t have much success of hitting the ball. 

Then the memory flash forwards to dinner, just a few hours later.  My grandparents, brother, and I were sitting at the breakfast bar, eating chili, when my dad came into the kitchen door.  He looked tired.  He looked happy.  I remember being excited to see him, yelling daddy from my seat as I couldn’t jump up to hug him as I hadn’t finished my meal and been excused.  He kissed me.  He shot a look at my grandma that I couldn’t interpret at the age.

“You have a new baby brother,” he said.

I was crushed.

I wanted a baby sister, not another brother.  Not another brother.  Later I would learn that my dad had called my grandma earlier that day to give her the good news, which she refused to pass on to me because I was so very certain I would have a baby sister, not another brother.  That was twenty-five years ago today.

The next memory I had was sitting at the dinette table (the one I’m sitting at now), coloring with my little brother and my mom.  I was happily chatting away about something.  I stopped, thinking.  “What’s his name again?” I asked.  My mom sighed and told me.  It wasn’t the first time I had asked, nor was it the last.

But luckily for me, I learned to love the little guy, and after we grew up out of the sibling rivalry crap, we became friends.  I couldn’t ask for a nicer, sweeter baby brother.  Of course, he’s now my Big baby brother. 

As for my just deserts, our family dog has just turned sixteen, and for sixteen years, my brother has accidently called me Athena, instead of my name when he’s in hurry and not thinking.  Pay backs are a bear.

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13 Responses to “Another Little Brother”

  1. KathyB! Says:

    Pay backs are bear indeed! I think you lost that round 🙂

  2. Ink Says:

    Pay backs, karma, yeah…they’re bears.

  3. insider53 Says:

    I keep hoping my kids will grow out of their sibling rivalry someday. I have decided to not hold my breath though because it isn’t looking good.

  4. Evenshine Says:

    Glad to know you’re on good terms now. I and my siblings, however, are another story…

  5. sunnymom Says:

    That is such a good story. I remember when my mom was wheeled out of the hospital with my baby brother I also was disappointed it was a boy. However she made up for it by coming out of the hospital with a baby doll in the other arm just for me. I remember sitting my mini rocking chair next to my mom and both of us feeding our babies together.

  6. Gibby Says:

    I am told that when I first met my little bro, I asked my parents, “Where’d you buy that?” For a long time, I was hoping they’d take him back, not because he was a boy, but because he was invading my space.

    I’ve gotten used to him after 30-some years and decided that he can stay.

    Happy B-day to your little bro!

  7. faemom Says:

    KathyB!~ You ain’t kiddin’.
    Ink~ I just don’t see how you can punish a young woman for the mistakes of a three-year-old. *sigh*
    insider~ Yeah, my parents have issues with their siblings. I’m glad my brothers and I are doing well.
    Evan~ That stinks. If it makes you feel better, we can’t be left alone at my parents house without fighting over the remote.
    sunny~ You have a smart mom.
    Gibby~ I’m glad you finally let him stay. Many times I was tempted to ask God to disappear both brothers.

  8. The Violinist Says:

    when Adam was born, i wanted to know if we could take him back. When Brett was born, i stopped believing in God because I was convinced that i was going to have a sister. God told me so. Then, i ended up with a brother. Ok, so maybe that didn’t end my religious experiences, but i can use it as an excuse, right? In the long run, i’m glad i have 2 brothers. I got my own room and they had to share one. 🙂

  9. faemom Says:

    LOL My faith wasn’t as shattered. But it was nice to have my own room and not share my clothes, though they did borrow my CDs, my Seventeens, my make-up (?).

  10. Nydia Says:

    I remember when my little sister was born … 5 days BEFORE my 10th birthday … she totally crashed my party!

    I can’t imagine life w/o her now …

  11. faemom Says:

    Five Days Before?! Ouch, that must have been tough. I’m glad you like her now.

  12. Zeemaid Says:

    What a great post, great memory. I don’t have any younger siblings so I never went through that. Although I do recall telling people at school that my brother was adopted for awhile cause he was so annoying. 🙂

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