It’s my little brother’s birthday today. I cannot believe how old and tall he is! Isn’t it a funny moment when your cute little brother suddenly becomes your very hansom, tall brother? Seriously, he’s like a foot taller than me now… maybe more.
Anyway, these are my reflections on memories from 20 years ago when my baby brother was born. I miss and love you lots, Colin! Happy birthday!
I’m wearing my favorite dress… well, one of them. It’s the button up, with the pockets and the wide collar that looks like a slice of watermelon. I am glad I’m dressed up, because I’m a big sister now. I’m going to see my little brother. Being a big sister is an important job, and I want to look the part… especially because I want Mom to let me hold him. Only big, responsible girls get to hold baby brothers.
Grandmother says that we’re almost there. I see huge buildings and a parking lot filled with cars. There’s an apple on the seat next to me… the one my big brother refused to eat. He doesn’t like apples. I wonder if my little brother will like apples… he probably won’t be able to eat them until he’s three like me though.
We walk down a long hallway. It’s white tile and bright lights, and there are windows to our right. I see babies through the windows, in little boxes. Is he in there? I peer through the windows as we pass. There’s a dark-skinned baby… Is that him? I see a baby that looks a lot more like me, blonde and white-skinned, but then we’re turning into a room, and there’s my brother.
He’s curled in my Mom’s arms, wrapped in blankets. All I can see is his little pink face. Mom smiles at us. My big brother and I run to her bedside. Mom takes my hand and lets me touch his head, urging me to “be gentle.’
I am… I can’t imagine being anything else. My fingers brush over feathery baby fuzz, and I can’t believe he’s real. He’s just like my baby doll, Elizabeth, only warm, and breathing, and a boy.
I’m jumping up and down and asking if I can hold him. I can’t help it. I’ve been waiting for this moment forever! Mom says if I sit on the bed next to her and stay very still, I can hold him. I clamber on the bed and sit very still on top of the blankets. He’s in my arms, warm and heavy and full of sleep.
I’m a big sister, and I can’t stop smiling.