As some of you might know, I was born 31 years, 8 months, and 12 days ago, but this post isn’t about me. That’s not what’s special about today. Today, my big brother turned 33.I don’t even know where to begin when talking about my older brother. I try to explain him to people, but I never feel as though I get it right. Truth be told, there’s a lot that I don’t know about him. We hardly ever see each other, we don’t hang around the same crowd, and we are just about polar opposites. I say “just about” because there’s one thing that will always be equal between us… love. I know, it sounds cheesy, but it’s true. No matter where our lives take us, we always have a strong love for our family and each other.
Growing up with an older brother was difficult… to say the least. If you ask him though, growing up with me was no picnic either. I swear that there was a point in our lives when we were mortal enemies. We fought constantly, and over the most stupid things (who got the remote, who got to play with what toy, even what position a light switch needed to be in). To tell you the truth, I don’t remember half of them. I do remember that our fights got physical at times. Usually it was me that started those. I would get so frustrated that I would hit him, but he would never hit me back because he was raised to never hit a girl. Of course that didn’t stop him from shoving me, throwing me in bushes, or dragging me around in the snow. I would like to say, “If I could go back in time, knowing what I know now, things would be different.” Truth be told, it probably wouldn’t have change a thing. I’m just as stubborn now as I was back then. Even through all the fighting though, we never believed we didn’t love each other. We knew we loved each other; we just didn’t like each other too much. Our parents told us that one day we would be best friends, and of course we knew that there was no way in hell that was ever going to happen.Much to our surprise, there came a time when we started spending more time together and not fighting as much. I believe it started when all my friends had crushes on him. They would want to be around him as much as possible, so inadvertently we started hanging out more. We then became friends, maybe not best friends, but not enemies. Then all his friends became like big brothers to me. Whenever they brought people over, I felt so important. I was the “Lil-Sis,” or the “Lil-Shit,” as they would lovingly say. It was great. At least it was until this band of brothers scared away any boy that was interested in me, checked up on me when I went on dates, tormented boyfriends that they didn’t like, or would wait up for me on our driveway in lawn chairs. Needless to say, my parents didn’t have to worry much when my brother was around. I can’t explain in words how much I hated it, but that same group of guys was there for me whenever I needed them to be. My life would have turned out so much differently if it hadn’t been for my brother. At my wedding, I wanted to dedicate “The Wind Beneath My Wings” to him, but I didn’t know what my new husband would have thought of that. lol
Now, for what he doesn’t know… Even though we hardly see each other, I will always think of him as one of my best friends. I feel my chest swell with pride whenever I think of him, which is every day, and I have spent my whole life looking up to him. No, not because he’s so tall. LOL He could do the smallest thing, and I brag to whoever will listen, and always start with, “My brother is so cool.” Okay, so maybe I have a little bit of hero worship, but I can’t help it.I remember a story he told me, about a girl in high school. She called him a “grease monkey” in a derogatory way. To this day, I still see red and want to smack her around. I remember thinking how proud I was of him for knowing what he knew about cars and doing what he loved. The same still applies. He is living his life by doing what makes him happy. He’s the president of a motorcycle club (yes, had to throw that in… bragging), working, fixing bikes, and having fun. I’m a stay-at-home mom/writer, sports mom chauffer, and look forward to our animated movie nights. Like I said before, our lives couldn’t be more different. Still, I would never change a thing about him, and I want him to know that he is one of the most important people in my life.
Happy Birthday Brober!