Today I am sharing my favorite childhood memory. Of all the memories from childhood the one that is my favorite is the day I become a big sister. It was about 23 years ago and I remember it like it was yesterday. It may have been the excitement I felt for my parents or it may have been the fact that it was the start of my role as a big sister. I had to put my best foot forward.
I was 3 years old and my grandparents drove me to the hospital. I was going to see my baby brother for the first time. I was a little skeptical. A new kid for my parents to love. What was going to happen to me? (Selfish, I know but I was 3!) When we got to the hospital, we went to the area where they show the babies off. My dad was holding my brother with a giant smile from ear to ear. He was a chunky little baby with the cutest cheeks! I was finally a big sister and my family was now a family of 4.
I felt odd holding my brother for the first time. I was a fairly small girl and had never held a baby before. I didn’t even play with baby dolls all that much when I was little. My thoughts for the first time I held him: A.) Why would anyone trust a 3-year-old to hold a baby and B.) He was pretty heavy. Was this normal? As he got bigger, I would attempt to hold him and just end up getting my hair pulled. He would reach his tiny hands up and grasp strands of hair so tightly it made my eyes water. To his defense, it was pretty long and always in the way! My brother turns 23 next month and I still cannot believe it. He will always be my little brother no matter how old he is. We look out for each other. Becoming a big sister was a big deal for me. But boy am I glad he doesn’t try to pull my hair any more!