Tuesday, March 26, 2013
A Love Letter of Sorts
So we've returned from visiting my brother's family in Baraboo, and that visit got me thinking about Kyle & me as kids. Our parents separated when I was in third grade and Kyle in first. We moved with our mom back to the town where she had grown up and started a life, just the three of us.
Kyle and I didn't get along too well; I remember our childhood differently from him, though I guess that's to be expected. We fought -- a lot. Looking back as an adult, I'm guessing we did that as attention-seeking behavior. If we were fighting, SOMEONE was paying attention to us, even if it wasn't positive attention. I remember Kyle as being an annoying little brother, always picking on me in just the right places and times to make me cry. I'm sure he remembers me as an overbearing and bossy big sister who overreacted to every tiny thing. We're probably both right and both wrong. I can admit I wasn't a perfect child.
Now that I'm an adult, I can appreciate how much we went through together as kids. We're both parents now, and over the past eleven or so years since Molly was born and Kyle and Kris moved to Wisconsin for Kris's surgical practice, we've grown much closer. I appreciate his wicked sense of humor and his ability to tell a great story. I love how great he is with kids, both his and mine, and how both he and Kris welcome us anytime we decide we need to escape the city and head to the calm quiet of the Wisconsin countryside. I love that we're making new traditions with our kids and that we can share some of the things we loved growing up with them.
I'm one lucky big sister.
(Sorry, Kyle, couldn't resist using this one!)