When my parents first married, the doctor told my mother she would not be able to get pregnant. Much to their delight, the doctor was wrong and I was born 1 month after their first anniversary.
Two years later my sister Janice was born and then came our only brother, Steven and finally my baby sister Rhoda who made her appearance when I was just a month shy of my 12th birthday.
Yup, I’ll probably get in big trouble for this one 😉
Janice and I were inseparable doing pretty much everything together. We shared a room and pretty much everything else till I went off to Rosedale Bible College after I graduated from High school.
Most all of my memories have some connection to something I did with her from music we snuck around and listened to, to being on the basketball team, to favorite foods we shared (she can make a mean Mississippi Mud cake). We sang together, me singing alto or lead and playing my guitar and her harmonizing with her beautiful high tenor. Of course we had our fights like all siblings do, especially since we were close in age. (One not so lucky Raggedy Andy lost his leg in one of those spats).
She probably wasn’t more then 7 when I remember her declaring she was going to grow up and live in the city which she indeed did. She is a successful woman in the corporate world. I couldn’t be prouder of who she has become. She is the official family peacemaker and keeps us all grounded with her wit and wisdom.
I wasn’t to sure about Steven when he joined our family soon after my 5th birthday. Up until that point, Janice and I each had 1 parent “to ourselves” and I was firmly planted in my role of daddy’s girl.
Soon tho legos and lincoln logs and all things boy became a pleasant part of daily life and I grew quite fond of that little brother.
who can resist such a cutie?
I wasn’t to happy about his love of squirrel hunting and the fact that we had to at least taste the gravy mom prepared with his prize catch however it was obviously part of preparation for being a hunter’s wife.
He got us in trouble too with his precious “Sheila pickles”, mom’s homemade dills which Janice and I despised and didn’t have to eat till we decided to pepper the jar with specks of tolit paper in hopes of making them un-edible. He tattled and that night Janice & I ate pickles (ugggh!)
We are very different, Steven & I, but he is balance and grounding, bringing common sense to our very estrogen dominated family. He taught himself to play guitar and has one of the most beautiful voices I have ever heard. As adults now, I am honored to also have him as a friend.
Rhoda was a pleasant surprise and welcome addition to our family. She came along 6 years after Steven and it was such fun to have a baby in the house. I left home when she was 4 so I missed a lot of her growing up. Strangely my oldest, Kali is much as I remember Rhoda. And like mothers for generations past I am constantly slipping up and calling Kali by Rhoda’s name.
no mistaking this is my family…I have actually had the fleeting thought “this is Kali”
Being so far apart in age had us on different pages until she got married and we shared the fun of pregnancy together. Our babies were born 5 weeks apart. Talk about bonding.
Yes, I was large as a whale and she trim, fit and glowing.
She is a vivacious, talented, full of life and is a great mama to my 2 precious nephews.She also happens to be one of my dearest friends.
This spring when mom was ill, our bond as siblings grew deeper and more concrete then I imagined possible. Certain of them may kill me for posting about them on a public blog but hey they are my family and one of the biggest blessings in my life. What’s not to share about that?!
My brother’s old convertible
Steven’s beautiful, amazing photographer, girlfriend, Evonda recently captured some very special shots of the 4 of us together.
Trying to get the brother to smile is nearly impossible
Goofwad!
Goofwad 2!
Are we done yet?
The old adage is true, We can pick our friends but God gifts us with family.
I happen to have given birth to 4 children who in many ways remind me of my siblings and I. I have the same 3 girls and 1 boy. I have the ornery ones and the grounded ones, the sweet ones and the bossy. I hope they are as blessed as I am in their sibling relationships and their bonds will only deepen as the years pass. After all siblings are one of the little things that make daily life more special!
