Saturday, December 3, 2011

I Love You Like A Brother.

Lately I've been thinking about having younger siblings. 
Not that it's going to happen. I don't want to remake Father of the Bride II.
It's OK though, I've got my niece.  
Last night I watched one of my friends interact with their younger brother and it made me reminisce of the times of when I was younger. Even though I wish I had younger siblings, it was awesome being the youngest. No, I was not spoiled (even if my siblings claim it to be true). I definitely have some prime older siblings. So, maybe I didn't really get along with my brother until recently, but my oldest sister was ideal. She let me hang out with her and her friends, and visiting her while she was at college was so cool! She would write me letters too. I wish I had the opportunity to be like that to a sibling. To be someone that they looked up to and wanted to hang out with because they thought I was cool just because I was older than them. I had friends with younger siblings and I guess I could consider their siblings as my own, but only slightly. It really only got the point where I would tell them to "shut up" (I would be a good big sister wouldn't I?). The closest I got to having a little brother was my senior year in high school and it was great.

My last year playing volleyball, we had some "managers." One of them was Chance. He was a freshman. He lived near me and so I would give him rides home after practice and games. We would talk and laugh. He introduced me to new music and I tried to encourage and comfort him. When I saw him in the halls at school, I would refer to him as my "little bro" and he would reciprocate and refer to me as his "sis." It got to the point that people actually thought that we were siblings. Some claimed it was the eyebrows. Why the eyebrows? I have no idea. 
I loved this boy. I wanted the best for him (still do). I still worry about him and I want to be there to protect him and just hang out with him.
It's been almost two years since I've seen this kid. His parents are divorced now, he lives with his aunt/uncle in some random town up north, and might be moving to Brazil if his dad gets a job there. I'll always consider him my little brother. 
All you older siblings, I hope you were good ones. Us youngins appreciate you and wish we could be you. 

1 comment:

  1. Sweet :D I think it probably goes both ways though... Its awesome to be the big sister of a cool little sister who is willing to bring her friends by. I'm glad you are not overly embarrassed by us. So, you know, you are welcome to write letters, and learn us good music, and keep visiting!!! Plus, being an awesome aunt to Tess can be a little like being a much older sib. Just wait until she can copy you... which might be just around the corner.

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