siblings
kelly | 23 January 2008 - 8:04pm
My brother and I are talking on the phone, and I am laughing. He has called to ask me a Jeopardy! question, to see if I know the answer. (I don't.) "That's all I needed," he says, but neither of us say goodbye and half an hour later we are still chatting, moving easily from topic to topic. We're different in a lot of ways, in our interests and beliefs and approach. And yet we are made of the same stuff; we share the same genes and the same history. And so we are similar in fundamental ways. I'm reminded of this in the way the rhythm of his speech is like mine, and in the way our conversation jumps ahead, skipping unnecessary sentences because we're already on the same page, thinking the same thing. If we both live to be old, we will have known each other longer than anyone else in our lives.
Little did I realize, when I used to squeeze my little brother's wrist until he cried, that he would someday become one of my closest friends.
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Lovely. Blessed.
Me and my brothers till try to make the other ones cry.
okay, well this post totally made me cry. i know just how you feel! i am so pleasantly surprised by my brother and i's adult friendship and am incredibly bummed to have him halfway around the world and not being able to join me in one of the most important times in my life!
oh, now i'm crying again!!!
I was just back in the bosom of family for a few weeks, helping with my ailing parents, and I was utterly amazed at how quickly and easily my baby sister and I fell into our familiar old relationship - how we anticipated one another's thoughts, how we could finish one another's sentences, how we could sit comfortably in silence and, when something happened on TV or in the world around us, how we would respond identically and pretty much at the same moment.
I was making supper one night - a recipe I have taught myself in the past few years, one with which she has had no opportunity to become acquainted. I was working in her kitchen, and began rooting though her cupboard for a necessary spice.
"If you're looking for sage or marjoram, they're in the other cupboard," she said, from out of the room.
"How did you know I was looking for those very spices?" I asked.
"I dunno. They just popped into my head," she said.
DNA. Powerful stuff, I tell ya.
I keep telling myself that will happen among my children, too, especially when Hannah is screaming at the top of her lungs that Tanner a "big, stupid ugly poopy head" that she hates with a passion, you know, because he touched her leg with his foot when it crossed over the imaginary line she drew on the couch while they were watching a movie...
I am very envious over your great sibling relationship. My brother and I fought as kids and never really connected. No animosity but no real friendship either. The sad part is we totally share a sense of humour and everything. Most of the time I feel like an only child. I wish we could be friends.
Hug your bro!