When I was about seven years old, all I could talk about was how I wanted a little brother or sister. My mom didn't like the idea, so I got a cat instead. By the time I was eleven, I was perfectly content with being an only child. My mom thought that was the perfect time to get knocked up.
Like most children who are going through major changes in their lives, I became a terror. I didn't listen to anything my mom said, I started acting up in school, and I didn't give a damn about any of it. I felt like my mom decided I wasn't good enough so she had to have another baby. My mother assured me numerous times that it wasn't like that at all, that I'd always be her baby, no matter what. I started to calm down, until she told me when the baby would be here. Her due date was on my birthday. I already had to share my mommy and daddy with this little creep, there was no way I was going to share my birthday too.
Since my mother's due date was so close to my birthday (on it), she decided to have my birthday party a few days before.
Little did I know, that damn baby would steal the show again. As I was blowing out the candles on my birthday cake, my mother started having contractions. She was rushed away to the hospital by my father. I was pissed. Not only did that thing steal my mom, it was stealing my dad too!
The next day my mom called me, crying and screaming that I had a new little brother. Zane Alexander. I didn't know how to feel. Apart of me was excited, part of me was pissed, and part of me felt all alone. My mom's friend took me to the hospital to see the new addition to our family.
As soon as I saw him I burst into tears. He was so adorable, how the hell was I supposed to compete with that? When the doctor let me hold him for the first time, I cried some more, but this time they were happy tears. This little baby in my arms was my little brother. I decided, right then and there, I was going to be the best damn sister in the whole world. I wasn't going to let anything ever hurt this adorable little boy.
Eight years later, I still feel the same. Sure we have our fights, we're siblings it'd be creepy if we didn't, but I love that little boy more than ever.
Zane, age 7
Riding his bike without training wheels for the first time.
Last Halloween
This is adorable!
ReplyDeleteI have a soft spot for little brothers, so it makes my heart happy that you take such good care of yours. I hope Everett's big brother does the same, even if they are 30 years apart :)
I'm sure he will be an awesome big brother, after all, since he is so much older, that mean better birthday presents ;)
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