oh sister where art thou

Not so much when I was a child or even a teenager did I feel like I may be missing out on having a sister.

I was always the tomboy type girl, climbing one tree right after the next. Jumping bikes and skateboards right along side my brothers. Man some of those times where tough especially when you have five brothers, four older and one younger. I love all of my brothers dearly I can't imagine not having them in my life. When I  was a little girl my oldest brother Bill would always make sure the other boys didn't beat up on me too bad. My brother Bill is nine years older than me and he definitely treated me as the protected younger sister.

My brothers~ Bill, Joey, John, Robert & James

All of them bring me so many special memories, that I will hold very dearly in my heart. What I love about it is that the memories are all so different from one another, each one showing each of their personalities.

There is one thing I should mention regarding having all of these brothers though....

We're not the emotional type so we don't show our feelings, like sister's would.

We don't call on the phone or have to see each other daily to know that we all care and love one another, like sister's do.

We don't share personal feelings or savoy secrets with one another, like sister's would.

(how embarrassing :-)

We don't watch movies late at night with one another and cry because it's a chick flick, like sister's do.

We don't call each other on the phone just to see what the other one is up to, like sister's do.

I'm not saying that having a sister is all Rainbows and Butterflies but there is an advantage as a girl to have a sister. Talking, giggling & sharing secrets about boys as a teenager in high school may have helped me with some heartache? I could do without those needless girl cat fights though.

 Having that close connection with another girl/woman and to have those childhood memories to go over and laugh or cry about in later years.

this is my brother rob and me
My brother Rob and I are eleven months apart in age, he is the brother I share most memories with. Man we use to get into some trouble together and have loads of fun doing it too. Heck we graduated High School together, he live across the street from me with his beautiful wife Jess and their daughter Hailey.

My brothers all taught me how to be tough and to take no crap but it might have helped to be girlie sometimes too. I'm not sure if I would even know how to be a sister if one just magically appeared one day. I'm sure I would let her down by not calling one day or heck for even days at a time. Or perhaps not wanting to watch the newest chick flick but to watch the newest zombie movie out there. Shoot or even just the good old fashioned girl talk....I'll have to ask my closest girl friends if I do that right :-)

There are a few things that I wonder about, like how long this feeling will last and I have two sons and one daughter, is she going to feel like this one day? I hope that her and I can have special moments together and share some girl talk when she is older.

me and my sweet laceybug

rainbow diaries

 

I can remember when i was a little girl and how I would search for rainbows on a rainy day.

Barefoot, hair in pig tail braids and play clothes drenched from the welcoming rain.

Slapping my feet against the pavement where water puddles liked to pool together just for my splashing enjoyment. Running along the street drain in the direction of the rain river, stopping just before the storm drain.

I can still remember the warmth of the pavement and the cool waters clapping the bottoms of my feet.

The moment the weather decided to come to an end, there I was head held high searching the overhead space for my rainbow.

The sweet sun peaking around the clouds, playing an innocent game of peek-a-boo with me from around the puffy clouds. Bringing color back to nature after grey had been swept away.

Ahh why was I in search of this rainbow you may ask?....

The pot of gold of course!

I just knew that I was going to find that rainbows end and have myself that pot of gold.

I didn't know exactly what I was going to do though if I ran into that leprechaun.

I wasn't scared, it didn't keep me from my search.

I did have it in mind though to grab my pot of gold and run if the leprechaun should happen to appear.

Even now as a adult some of my childhood fantasies come to me especially when I see a rainbow.

"Is it this one that holds my pot of gold for me?"