Kay (The Pirate Formerly Known as Kay), has given me another idea to blog about. LOL Thanks Kay! She posted about her sister and their relationship… long fingernails were mentioned, and gum that ended up in Kay’s hair.
I’m the oldest of 7 children, 5 of them boys. My sister was born almost 9 years after me, and she was so different from me that I really didn’t like her. She was very dramatic. I now deal with that trait in my own, youngest daughter. There are days she deserves an Oscar, at the very least.
Being the oldest I usually got along with everyone else, and before the boys got too big I could use size against them… and yes Kay, my fingernails! My hair is fine and won’t grow worth crap, but my nails have always been easy to grow. So grow them I did, and if I had to use them on a brother that was chasing another one with a knife, or hammer, or other instrument of mass/bodily destruction, I would. Although, unlike what Kay seemed to think, I didn’t spend time sharpening them into weapons… they just came in handy.
My brother, John, who’s just younger than I am, was my best friend growing up. I had him in my charge from a very young age. Where I went, he went. By the time I was 5 or 6, I was very protective of him. We got along great, and the few times we did fight, I knew all I had to do was to get him laughing and he wouldn’t kill me! lol
I would protect him, and as we grew up, there were times that he stepped in and protected me, from bullies and from our parents.
The boys, my younger brothers loved to play mind games, and my sister was especially gullible. There were times she would come in screaming and crying because one of them had told her that the green apple she just ate was poisonous and she was doomed to die. I was no angel when it came to that kinda stuff either. I remember being upset that she kept getting into my nail polish and remover, so, I told her that the fumes of said nail polish and remover, caused brain damage. She never questioned why it was ok for me to use them, she just left them alone…. ahhhh sisters.
One brother, Grant, was very good at making up songs and lyrics to such songs. They weren’t good, nice lyrics, but ones that would usually cause the person who he made the song up about, to scream and cry, or go after him with a weapon….
He was actually very good at it, the rhyming and a good turn of phrase.
Oh, did I mention that the boys played so rough that by the time my sister was 2 or 3 they had already knocked out her front and bottom teeth? Her school pictures show her toothless up until it was the normal time to get her adult teeth.
Today as adults I love and get along with all of them. Even my sister! lol They still have their squabbles but it usually involves their wives, which then draw them into it.
I’m glad I live as far away as I do. I hear about it, but am not part of it.
In my sister’s case, she who had all kinds of opinions about raising boys and how they should act, now has twin boys, who are the best revenge a sister could hope for! If she has problems with any of the siblings it’s usually because of something her boys have done… or destroyed.
BUT, they have boys now too, they just aren’t old enough to be ‘true’ boys…. their day will come, and I’ll be right there with a fork and a crow pie… enjoying every minute! Gotta love family! BIG HUGS, Steph