Saturday, February 23

Friday Confessions

NOTE: I accidentally hit the 'save now' button instead of the 'publish' button yesterday. So sorry about that, but here's a Friday Confession a day late. Please don't hate me and stop being my friend think less of me when you read it!!


Ok, this one will be short and sweet, because I'm getting ready to take the kids to my mom's house, in much anticipation for my anniversary weekend.

On my right thumb, I have a small, crescent-shaped scar. My younger brother, Kevin, bit me when I was about 6 or 7. He would have been 2 or 3. He went through this bad bitting stage, and was always getting into trouble.

I was not always the sweet, calm, loving, generous person you have all grown to love to know. I was once a mean, selfish, greedy, hateful, incredibly bossy and demanding firstborn. I was not a good older sister. Things did not go well for me, either, when my brother finally figured out that he was bigger and stronger than I was. He turned mean. I deserved it. For the life of me, I don't know why.

Ok, ok. Here's one of the many, many reasons why I deserved everything I got.

Back to my scar. We were standing outside one day, beside the bbq grill. I still remember wearing a red shirt. I started crying, and my mom came running outside to see what had happened. My thumb was bleeding like crazy and I was in so much pain it was almost unbearable a very tiny bit. My mom asked me what happened, and I told her. Kevin bit me. She was so frustrated with him that she didn't even spank him, she just sent him to his room or something like that. I got a hug, and a cookie, and an hour later, life was back to normal, except that I had a band-aid with a cool design on it, and I got to show my dad my horrible wound scratch when he got home from work that evening. Kevin was scolded again, and reminded that WE DON'T BITE PEOPLE.

Here's the thing.

I've never told anyone this, and I'm so embarrassed.

Please don't tell my mom.

I told Kevin to bite me.

I know! I know!! I'm going to hell for all the awful things I did to that boy when he was younger. In my defense, he was really annoying!!

Ok, ok. I'll stop making excuses. Mom, I'm really sorry I lied by omission. Dad, I'm sorry I lied by omission. Kevin, I'm really sorry I made you bite my finger, and then got you into trouble. And then got a cookie for my bad deed. I do love you, and think you're a great little younger brother. Even if you have been taller than me since you were in 5th grade.

But seriously, you could be really annoying!!

I'm just saying.

4 comments:

Katie said...

BAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Oh.My.Gosh.

A few things in my mind as I read this:
1. I could picture exactly where all of that would have taken place, plus I had a little flashback-tour of your front and back yards.
2. I imagined what your hair must have looked like in that stage, what with the Pebbles Flintstone hair and everything.
3. I could actually hear your cry that would have brought your mom out to you. (How is it I can remember these things?)
4. I can absolutely, 100% believe you did that to poor Kevie. And I think it's rather ok, because those boys made up for it in torturing us later, FO SHO.
5. (This one came to me as I was writing this comment) Do you remember the time we made dolls out of pine needles and leaves and tried to sell them on the corner in your yard? Did we really think people would want to buy those?

Jessica said...

That totally makes me laugh!

I was exactly the same way to my brother and sister--a little dictator in the making--that was me...Amazing that I turned out so well (decent).

Tiny Mama's Mama said...

Sissy, it has taken you this long to confess? I knew about it all along. Kevin and I have been praying that a spirit of brokenness and humility would come upon you whereby you would be set free by repentance. Although it took 18 years, well, the Jews wandered for 40 so you're ahead of the curve. Oy vey...

Love you!
TMM (Tiny Mama's Mama)

PS - What Katie said...

jesnicole said...

THAT WAS AWESOME!!! I CAN IDENTIFY WITH YOUR BROTHER, THOUGH. I WAS THE BABY, MY SISTER IS 8 YEARS OLDER THAN ME. SO, SINCE SHE WAS AN ONLY FOR SO MANY YEARS, I AUTOMATICALLY RECEIVED HER WRATH WHEN I WAS TAKEN HOME. SHE NEVER LIKED ME!!! IT TOOK YEARS FOR HER TO LIKE ME! AND NOW TODAY, WE'RE EXTREMELY CLOSE. SHE STILL APOLOGIZES FOR HOW SHE TREATED ME WHEN I WAS LITTLE!! (I THINK IT'S BECAUSE SHE HAS 4 LIL' ONES OF HER OWN...AND SHE DOESN'T WANT FOR HER YOUNGEST WHAT I ENDURED!!) HOPE YOU'RE DOING WELL!