I'm 6 1/2 years older than him, so at times it seemed like we were worlds apart, but the fact that he was 'mine' always made me feel special. Have I ever told him that in person? No....maybe I should. He has grown to be a hardworking, fun, corky, smart, creative, and sometimes a bit blunt adult who I know I can count on for anything. We haven't always been close, nor do we speak daily like some siblings. However I know for a fact that if I needed him, my brother would move mountains for me if I asked him too. He lives far, but he'd be here tomorrow if he had to be, because that's was siblings do. Siblings are something I always wanted, and I was blessed to get the brother I have.
As I reflect about my own brother I start thinking about my children and how their relationships will blossom. The first 3 are pretty close in age and already have bonds that I admire and cherish watching as they flourish. The youngest, well~~she will always probably be the 'baby,' the clown, but she too has her own little niche` in the family. I see my children growing daily and I beg time to slow down and let me have one more day to hug and love on them, but time doesn't stand still for anyone so as I watch my own children, I am grateful they have each other. I hope as time goes by they remain friends and continue to actually like each other as siblings and as friends.
When we were younger my brother and I didn't ever 'want' anything. Looking back I can see how hard my parents had to work to provide for us, but at the time we thought we had it all bc to us, each other was all we needed. The best 'thing' they ever gave me was my brother. I never knew we weren't rich, my parents never made money something to strive for in life. Money was never a conversation we had. I grew up learning that money and 'things' don't make you a good or kind person. My parents, my family, my roots, and my heart, make me who I am today. I'm not perfect, but I am always on a path to be better and it's bc my parents praised us and taught us to be proud, to be authentic, to have our own voice--and if you know my brother or I--we both dance to our own beat:)
So how does this relate to Snuggled Up? I see children everyday-duh, and I ask them about their family and siblings. Oh, the stories I could tell...Anyway, when I talk to my students I see them in their roles they already play in their homes, such as the being the baby, or the oldest. My wish is that my students that struggle in their home lives have siblings to lean on in the dark times and to celebrate with them in the bright times.
This blog tonight is a scattered mess of a blog--but that's me half the time. Thank you to God for my family and blessing me with the brother I always wanted. Thank you to my parents for their endlessly giving and unconditionally love for me. And thank you to my husband for our 4 beautifully created children and making my dream of being a Mommy become a reality.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRET!!!!! I love you.