|Jimmy, Maria (Bri), Paul, Ellenmary, Kathleen |
"NOOOOO!! My parents don't have bumps like that?!"
"My bump doesn't look like that?"
"Geesh, wouldn't that be uncomfortable?"
"That's totally DISGUSTING! "
"How does a baby happen out of that?
"Is that why my mom has been wearing those stupid Hawaiian Muumuus lately?"
So many questions left unasked, unanswered, or totally and completely communicated ass backwards. No wonder I wandered through most of my early sexual years completely baffled.
On Easter weekend, 1978, my brother James Robert came home. He was raised by five people; his parents, Richard and Maryellen, three sisters, Ellenmary (age 16), Kathleen (age 13), Maria (myself - also known as, Bri - age 11), and brother Paul (age 14). What a crazy, mixed up family this little boy grew up in. Surprisingly, he seems to have turned out alright.
Of course, he suffered through all the major indignities; being dropped on his head (that would be my fault, times two), dressed like a sissy in mini tuxedos (mom owns this one), and having acquired the talent of sucking his thumb while publicly twiddling his "woohoo" up to the awkward and tender age of three. The horrifying part is that we - his siblings - are old enough to remember these events and will never, ever let him live them down (i.e., this blog).
You see, I believe that we owe him a wee bit of pain. When he was born, my mother was in her early forties. Mama was quite done with changing poopy diapers by the time we older ones were out of them so she felt we needed to learn the skill...and we certainly did...the hard way.
There was a time when I couldn't imagine what Jimmy would be like when he grew up. Would he be a spoiled, entitled adult? After all, my parents gave in to his every whim and his brother and sisters spoiled, loved, and coddled him every chance we could. I guess we did something right because he represents the best of each and every one of us. I couldn't be prouder. I love you, little brother.
By the way kiddo, I'm glad I didn't get that dog after all.