My Life On The DD List

I never could stand a squealer.  Growing up, my sister was a squealer.  We used to fight A LOT (an understatement) when we were on summer vacation from school.  Two siblings left to their own devices.  Although my grampa lived with us, there was no stopping the hair pulling and the throwing of inanimate objects at one another.  No matter what I did, she could turn the story around to make it like she did EVERYTHING and I did nothing but eat chips and watch Soap Opera’s all day.  I guess being the middle child, my sister felt like she had something to prove.   Mom’s aren’t just homemakers and caretakers, they are also referee’s.  There’s no doubt in my mind that although they may be referee’s they’re also NOT interested in fairness which is a vast difference of a professional sports referee.  Mothers are interested in QUIET!  So although there were many times I was blamed for things that perhaps were either not of my doing or was a result of being provoked by my siblings, I took the blame because it was easier than being punished longer than the original sentence.  The people that think that being “the baby” of the family means you get spoiled has never been the baby of the family!  Usually, the baby gets blamed because it couldn’t be the older kids that do certain things because they “know better”.  But do they? No they don’t.  They just know they can get away with it if the “baby” sibling is around to be blamed. 

 I find it amusing that the “mothers curse” of “I hope you have one JUST like you!” actually works and for those who haven’t been, well, the model child you should all be worried.  My sister now has two daughters that fight the way she and I used to.  One is very studious and precise.  The other is a bit more on the “lets see what happens” side.  Much like me.  I was always the kid who didn’t stress over stuff.  My sister on the other hand had to have everything done according to her schedule and specifications.  Drove me CRAZY!  Now, my sister will call me and tell me the girls are fighting and I tell her well get back to me when one of them has a clump of hair in their hands from the other one!   The big one will always taddle on the little one.  I think she feels as though it’s her job.  Her right of passage.  But if it’s a right of passage, what happens now?  The little one doesn’t have a younger sibling, so she won’t be able to have that right of passage.   Is this fair?  Again, we’re back to being fair.  My room had to be neat because my sister said so.  My clothes had to be put away because my sister said so.  I suppose though, after all of these years of bossing me around, she has come to appreciate that “well lets see what happens” attitude I have.  Maybe because of her cancer diagnosis, she has learned to have a “lets see what happens” attitude a little more and I should probably have it a little bit less.