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My Brother is Awesome

10/3/2013

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This handsome dude is my brother.  He's about 2 years older than me, and growing up, I wanted to be just like him.  Maybe a little taller.  ;)

I thought he was cool, funny, and smart (in a witty sort of way).  I thought he had cool friends, listened to cool music, and was all around awesome.

I think many of my own developed personality traits are shadows of what I perceived his to be. I would always try to mimic the qualities in him that I liked so I could have them, myself.

Funny thing is, he absolutely loathed me - likely because I was the annoying little sister who wouldn't leave him to himself.  He would torture me to no end, and I happily took it in stride.  I'd dish it back to him now and again, but I mostly just accepted that he treated me like a jerk because of how much I tried to hang around him.

I was a sophomore in high school when he went off to college.  He still lived at home, but at that point, I'd found my own groove with my own set of friends and didn't feel the need to siphon off his personality anymore.  I'd come into my own, figured out who I was and wanted to be, so Ray no longer had to peel me off himself like some sort of diseased leper.

In fact, I, myself, was rarely home anymore.  That, coupled with my personal family dynamic, allowed me to grow radically distant from my siblings (with the exception of my younger sister, Maria, with whom I always fostered a good relationship).  

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Fast forward about 8-9 years.  I was out of college and getting ready for marriage to John. I'd reconnected with a friend of my brother's who began confiding in me and building a relationship outside of Ray.  As a result of our new relationship, I began hanging out with my brother when the two of them would see one another at bars and such.  Given the terrible relationship my brother and I shared due to the 8-9 years of strained communication, it was interesting to "meet him" all over again with friends - absent of our immaturity and familial dynamic.  

As a result, the change to our relationship was instantaneous. We no longer felt the need to retreat from dialogue.  He didn't see me as an annoying, snotty twit, and I didn't see him as a pompous jerk who treated me unfairly.  It was refreshing, and I relished this change.  I once again had my big brother back and we could share laughs over childhood experiences and talk about actual issues we both routinely faced (whether work-related, family-related or otherwise).

I guess the fact that I brought John to the table didn't hurt.  My husband (then boyfriend) clicked with him almost instantly.  

Anyway, again fast forward a few more years.  I'm pregnant with Vince and I get to share news that he's an Uncle.  The amount of sports clothing and toys that he excitedly got for Vincent is ridiculous.  He's a big Flyers fan, so Vince had the PJs, the jackets, the shirts - even pants with the logo on it.  He supported Vince (and therefore, me) when the in-fighting broke out over how our sister was treating Vincent.  It felt good to be defended in that way. To have him protect Vincent, myself and John in that manner was such a change given how easily I'd been thrown under the bus by my family in the past.  

To them I was the "bad child."  Frankly, I was the same to Ray for a really long time because no one ever tried to learn if the gossip they spread amongst themselves was even true or not.  However, now that Ray was in the mix and had allowed himself to get to know me and see for himself who I was as a person, he brought that common sense back to the family.  As a result, folks weren't so easily able to just write me off as being a terrible individual worthy of constant disdain and disrespect.

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That was such a transitional time for my family and I, and much of it has to do with him.  A lot also sprang from my mother and I reaching common ground once I'd moved out upon marrying John, but I do attribute the new dynamics of the family moreso to my brother who acted as gate-keeper to folks seeing me not as the terrible person they assumed I was, but as the person I ACTUALLY was.  Doubtful he even realizes that.

For example, before things with Ray developed, I was routinely neglected from family events.  I can't even tell you how many times I found out about baptisms and birthday parties AFTER they'd already happened.  It was so frustrating.  Excuses I'd get ranged from, "Oh, we just thought you'd be busy that day" to "Well, so-and-so thought you might embarrass them."

*Sigh*

It's funny now, because as I sat in the hospital room with my brother and sister as we kept her company waiting for Isaac, the two of them reminisced about things as if I already knew about them.  I had to keep reminding them over and over again that I didn't actually remember any of it because I was ostracized from the group.  I missed out on several years of relationships, anecdotes and shared experiences, but given how good our relationships are now, they tend to forget that.  In a lot of ways, I guess that's a good thing because it just shows how much things have changed for the better.  

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And in that hospital room, as I watched how he looked after Maria and took care of her and kept her entertained and busy so she didn't worry so much about Isaac, I was reminded again just how lucky I am to have him in my life.  

Obviously I feel that way about a bunch of people, but reminders like this are always welcome so I can say a quick prayer of thanks for the folks in my life who really count.

It made me appreciate the unthinkable changes that have gone on in my life in such a short span of time.  And these changes... they really were at one time unthinkable for me.

But God is good.  These changes have been wonderful and joyous and appreciated.  When I mused this aloud to a friend of mine who has seen (and felt) this transition with me first hand, she actually said, "Geez - it makes me wonder why you are so insistent that Vince have siblings."

I laughed, because I understand her point.  But I also understand that my experience is not normal - by ANY stretch of the imagination.  Only recently have things evened out to a level of normal that I never knew.  And again, seeing how well Maria was looked after by myself, my brother, and our other two sisters (there are five of us), I sorta hurt a little for Vincent because should he ever be in that situation, he won't have those siblings to give him the support that we gave (together with our mother, obviously) to Maria.  That makes me sad, and I again wonder about how this will effect him later in life.  

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But that's another issue for another day.  This entry gets dedicated to my brother for being awesome.  

He's still the funny, cool and smart guy I knew he was way back when.  He's still someone I can admire and appreciate, rely on and love.  

So take a moment today to be thankful for the folks in your life who are awesome.  Say a prayer of thanks for them, because each has been a blessing to you... a little kiss from God to remind you that He loves you enough to make sure these gems are in your life.  


1 Comment
Anabelle hazard link
10/5/2013 07:18:54 am

Gina, big,families are awesome! You are lucky to,have an older brother. I have always wondered what it's like and now I know.

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