Friday, November 16, 2007

Sister, You've Been on my Mind

"Let this be a lesson to you! Go downstairs and pick up those coasters, right now!" She threw them from the balcony on the second floor, and my Mom sent her down to pick them up. She was 2...

Angel was born when I was just a little girl. My mom got pregnant when I was old enough to know what was going on, and I was so excited to have a little baby all my own. My best friend's Mom got pregnant at exactly the same time, and our Mothers were friends. So while they sat together and ate bon bons, we would be in the front yard, doing handstands and letting the little boys across the street get peeks at our panties while we acted shy in our uniforms.

The closer my Mom got to having the baby, the more excited I got. I would buy her little things with my allowance and press my face against the large, swollen belly and sing to her. When she'd kick me in the cheek, I'd giggle and say she didn't like my singing and began talking instead.

I remember the day she was born. I heard my Mom on the phone and then she came to wake my other sister and me up. She told us gently that the baby was coming, but we had to go to school anyway. I argued and fought the idea, but I couldn't wait to go tell everyone that I was going to be a big sister. When I got to school I couldn't sit still and I gazed out the window, wondering if she had been born yet. At lunch I was running around telling everyone that my Mommy was in the hospital having a baby! After school, my Grandmother came to pick us up, and brought us to the hospital. I had a volleyball game but refused to go play.

When we finally got to the hospital, my Mom was walking around the hospital room breathing like it was really cold, in short breaths, with her hand on her back. I didn't want to leave the room. I wanted to see the baby come! My Mom finally insisted that I leave the room, and I pouted and cried, sitting in the waiting room. Before I knew it, her Dad, who is not my Dad, came out and said it's a girl! I jumped up and down, clapping, and they took us into the room, where I was told I couldn't hold her unless I was sitting down. I quickly ran to sit and he brought her over to me and I held that little girl in my arms, tears streaming down my face. "What's her name?" I asked. I was crying almost uncontrollably. I'd never held a brand new baby before, and this one was mine to keep.

When we got to bring her home, I loved changing diapers and stealing her away, any chance I could. I liked making her cry so I could be the one to make her stop. My best friend's mother had her baby a week after Angel was born. She'd bring the baby down and as they got a little bigger, we would take them to the baby park down the street and push them in the little baby swings. We would put them in their strollers and pretend we were Mommies.

As Angel got older she was a handful. I lost interest in being her Mommy, and decided that being her big sister would be a lot more fun, and a lot less responsibility. She followed me everywhere, and looked up to me like I was some kind of Greek Goddess. She was constantly throwing things out the window from the second floor. She was constantly taking the end of the toilet paper and walking through the house with it until the roll was completely unraveled. She threw fits. She loved attention. She loved me, and I loved her too.

Angel has grown into a stubborn, beautiful young woman. But sometimes I just don't know what to do with her. I love the girl with all my heart, but sometimes she has me at my wits end. This is my ode to Angel. I love you sis. I love you even when I scream that I hate you. Even as I'm writing this she's screaming at me. "What the fuck is your problem??" That's my baby sister!


  1. very nice story. What would sisters do if they didn't go at each other like gladiators? Also, You girls start young with the pantie teasing. I've got four sisters but I'm the baby so they all had to put up with my shit. It has it perks, met a lot of women through those girls. After my dad died when I was 13 I had to become the protector. I've done a hell of a job keeping unworthy men away, menacing, intimidating, shoving, punching, you name it.

  2. That's a great story. I have two older sisters, but they're 10 and 12 years older than me, so I didn't get to know them until I was in my late teens and 20's. I guess you could say I'm the 'black sheep' of the family. I'm really just a free spirit, though. Anyway, I saw a little keepsake box in a catalog, and the quote carved in it read: "I smile because I'm your sister. I laugh because there's nothing you can do about it." I just love that quote!

  3. I have 3 sisters and we aren't all that close. :o(

    Maybe I should go call them now?

  4. Wonderful post.

    I have a baby sister, 4 years younger than me, who is much like yours. I also have scars on my body inflicted by her in her rages at her big brother. Like when she slammed the storm door into me and the glass shattered cutting my arm because she didn't want to go to the dentist.

  5. i never had any sisters. i have 4 brothers which made my life hard enough growing up. kind of like ted said. no one was ever good enough for me and they scared everyone that might have been good enough far far away.

  6. hannah, I didn't chase the good one's away, three of my sisters are married. But just a few months ago I was forced to whoop the ass of my fourth sister's boyfriend. he did something bad.


    This is the second time I've answered all the comments and lost them due to blogger bugs!!!!! I'm sure I;ll answer them again later. Sorry all...I just don't have the patience to do that all over again. One of these days I'll remember to copy them before I hit publish. AHHHHHHHH!

  8. Very good post. I guess most family relationships like that have elements of love and hate in them. Though hopefully the majority of it is love!

  9. Ted, of course we pantie tease. Once a girl figures out the magic that panties have, she just can't help it. Never had a brother...would've liked to have one though. My Mom tried for

    Ann, very cute quote! Yeah, I guess I'd be considered the black sheep of the family, too. It has its perks, though.

    P.P., I'm not all that close with my older sister, although over the years I've tried. She just doesn't seem to be interested. It's always nice to call. You really should!

    Nick, Most of my scars came from Roxy, my older sister. She smacked me over the head with a baseball bat once. I remember chasing her through the house and not being able to find her. I flew around the corner to our bedroom and *CRACK*

    Hannah, a guy that is good enough can usually prove it, right? Maybe the fact that they weren't willing to deal with your brothers, made them not good enough...

    Scott, as often as I screamed those words, I could never hate my sisters. Either one of them. I would in all honesty, be willing to lay my life down for either or both of them.

  10. woah- you have a sister named "angel"??!?
    and such a cool post too scg!
    i have two younger sister and a brother... and i wouldn't part with them for anything!

  11. i don't know what i would do without my sister! good for you girl, stick with it, she needs you even if she won't admit it!

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