Sunday, November 14, 2010

The big FIVE O

My brother Mike, his wife Sonya and offspring Amanda, Matthew and Becky
Today is a special anniversary . . . my only sibling’s 50th birthday. I had longed for a sibling for 13 years when we finally adopted Mike. He was and is a joy. I was so proud of my baby brother. I liked hauling him everywhere, even during the terrible twos, although I don’t remember their being so terrible. I do remember taking him with me regularly to the nearby grocery store and dime store (remember the days of “dime stores”?) on errands for our mother.

And there WERE the occasional tantrums, lying down on the floor wherever we were and refusing to budge while emitting indignant screams. Of course, that was me. Just kidding. It was Mike.

I don’t remember it bothering me. I would just pick him up in the middle of his passive-aggressive limp, dead-weight strategy. I would flop him stomach down in the crook of my left arm with his arms and feet dangling and go on about completing our mom-directed mission. I don’t think that stage lasted long, but it makes me laugh every time I think of those trips to Delchamps and Morgan and Lindsey 5 and 10.

My friends and I had outgrown dolls, and Mike became our new toy in his early years. Mother and Daddy never insisted I babysit, but watching out for my baby brother was a privilege that I relished. When God answered prayers about a sibling, his answer was better than I ever imagined. I am so thankful. Happy birthday, Liddle Brudder!

4 comments:

Sandra said...

My only sibling is my baby brother, he is only 4 years younger than me and just turned 62 in August. thanks for sharing your memories which jumpstarted mine.

Ginny said...

How very blessed you have been, and what a beautiful family your brother has! You were extremly tolerant for a teenager! Yes, I remember all the five and dimes, and the lunch counters in them! Now the Dollar Stores have taken their place, but somehow they don't seem near as much fun!! The five and dimes even had penny candy counters, and you never knew what you would find there. There was a certain aura about them that is forever gone with the wind now.

photowannabe said...

I always longed for some sibblings but never got any. I love how you described caring for your brother ahd carrying him limp over your arm. Its a great visual.
Lovely tribute to your Liddle Brudder.

Freda said...

How lovely to be so wanted in a family. I ended up with half-siblings who are the ages of my own children.