Dear Ones,
Here's an odd question, but this weekend I was looking through old photo albums of my younger brothers and was taken aback at the bitter sweet feelings it brought up. I'm the oldest, and although I put lots of energy into loving and gaurding my younger sibs, I in no way could be said to have 'raised them.'
Still, looking back at the pictures, I was filled with longing for them 'as children' and the 'old days.' It didn't help that we were cleaning out my parent's house, so that my Dad can move, now that my Mom is passed. I guess I connected to her by watching out for the younger children, and now that she is gone, it feels as though I am the only one who remembers them as tender babies, and coltish tweens. There was so much sweetness there.
I don't miss my son at age 3 or 7...so I wonder what is different, and I think it was that I was so uncomfortable socially at school, and my brothers were my 'gifted cluster.' Even though they were younger, I could play with them without being self-consious.
These are things I've never thought about before...have any of BTDT with stories to share?
Love and More Love,
Grinity