A bit of Rambling

 

My friend was telling me about her children’s interactions with each other. I told her that the sibling relationship is an interesting dynamic that can be painful or rewarding, or both.

 

I normally post my family stuff on The Ruralhood, but since the April A-Z, well I’ve written nothing over there. (I actually do have a new yarn to post at TR and will do so soon.) This photo, I posted on FB for my niece.

Now back to the photograph.  This is a picture of my siblings and me.

My Brother

First of all, (and I hope he forgives me for saying this) my brother (in my opinion) looked like Opie Taylor as a youngster. My brother is MUCH prettier (now) than the grown up Opie is (now), but he kind of looked like Opie then. He was cute, but my little brother was a bit ornery. I fought many battles for him, when he was little, because I was his big sister and most of the battles he started he couldn’t win.

I could write a book about him.  

My brother and I were playmates as children, but really how much fun could it have been for him. I was very bossy, and he had to do everything my way or the highway.  Later he paid me back, when as teenagers, he grilled me about every date I had.

My Sister

The littlest child, in the picture, is our baby sister. I must confess, and she may know this and if not will read this, I  feel like I ignored her most of our childhood. I’m not sure why. Maybe it was the eight years difference in our ages. Maybe it was because my brother asked my parents to return her to the hospital, and I thought it might be a good idea too, but they declined. Maybe it’s because she got too much attention when she came home from the hospital, as babies do.

My mom asked me once, when we lived in Illinois on Hamilton Street, why I didn’t play with my little sister. I don’t remember my answer, but I remember the guilt feeling I had. I knew she was right.

I must say, I'm glad I have a sister and brother. No really, Christmas is coming and I want gifts. I must say it.

Now on to Me

What I really want to point out in this photo isn’t that I was quite the fashionista, or that I was going through my Mary Tyler Moore lookalike stage. No. What I want to point out is my attitude. See the attitude in my body language and on my face?

I’m much older now, but the attitude has traveled with me through life and at times has been the life and death of me. Figuratively speaking.

Oh and under that shirt, I’m pretty sure I’m wearing my very first bra. TMI?  I really wanted a padded bra, but my mom thought a training bra would be best. So we trained them. J

Questions for you, if you so choose: Do you have sibs? Are you the little, the middle, the oldest sibling or something else? If you’re a writer, have you used siblings in your writing and in what way? If you were voting for me, would you choose: a) a training bra or b) a padded bra?