Isn’t it funny how the relationships with your siblings change, as you get older?
Being the firstborn my title as Big Brother gave me the responsibility of training those who followed, out of the goodness of my heart I did everything in my power to make sure no harm came to the little ones.
Sneaking off with my little brother, to play in an automobile wrecking yard may have not been a smart decision, neither one of us were old enough to go to school yet, and Mom had told us not to play there, but we went anyway.
I could say that little Brother ran off and I had to go and bring him back, out of the goodness of my heart I saved him, but the downfall of this story was I didn’t bring him back.
I could somewhat go with the truth, I could say the reason he got locked into the trunk of that junked car was because I put him there, to protect him, yes protect him, this story just may fly.
Yes I was trying to protect him, heck there could have been an escaped convict that liked dark headed little boys, his hair was dark and mine wasn’t so I had no choice, out of the goodness of my heart I closed the trunk lid.
None of these explanations would work on Mom, she is too smart for that so when I walked back home without little Brother I knew I most likely would be introduced to a bit of Hickory Tea.
After a while trying to convince her that I had not been to the wrecking yard, and I didn’t know where Little Brother was, the truth came out, he was bothering me and I tricked him into the trunk and closed the lid.
A conniption or hissy fit would be the normal reaction for most women, but not my Mom, she coolly scanned the area, looked into her pocketbook for things she may need, and flew like the wind toward the wrecking yard.
I followed as fast as my legs would carry me, actually I was being dragged by my Mom while she asked which car he was in, even though I couldn’t remember, I think the kicking and screaming coming from the trunk most likely guided us to the right vehicle.
The trunk was definitely locked, but how many times have you heard of a simple thing like a lock keeping a Mom from freeing her child.
Mom reached into her pocketbook and withdrew a tool that many women used for situations like this, Mom brought out the sacred Bobby Pin.
A Bobby pin can be used for many things, things like cleaning out your ears or under your fingernails; they make good paperclips when you don’t have one, you can even hang Christmas ornaments with them, I have even heard of Girls using them to hold their hair in place.
Now that we are grown Little Brother and I get along great, he is my big little Brother as I am about five foot eight and he is now five foot thirteen, so needless to say I am not sticking him into any trunks.
And out of the goodness of my heart, I do my best to not tempt him by standing too near an open trunk myself, because now that he has outgrown me, I don’t want to end up kicking and screaming for Mom from the trunk of a car.
Just remember kids, that little brother or sister you are picking on today will most likely outgrow you.
Do you and your siblings get along any better now that you are grown?