Hi! I’m Clink! I have a little blog at Tabula Rasa. I have Spouse and my baby girl and I pretty much just write whatever strikes me at the time.
I’m not sure if I can express how honored I am to be posting for Mrs. Chicken while she is off having her Shaggy boy.
We have a lot in common Mrs. Chicken and me….
We both have a great love of a small and gray little city on the shores of one of nations great lakes. No not Cleveland. Rochester New York.
We lived a block away from each other and didn’t even know it!
On the more personal side, Mrs. Chicken and I have both lost a parent too young. We have both uprooted our families and our selves, moving far from what was familiar to forge out new friendships and experiences.
With the birth of a daughter (both C-sections and Sagittarius) our families were born.
And that got me thinking about The Poo and her soon to be sibling.
You see, I have a brother.
To be totally honest, he is not exactly the yin to my yang. He frustrates me, irritates me and has the ability to drive me to a place beyond reason.
My relationship with my brother is long, complicated and erratic.
But.
The other day, after not seeing each other for a year (he lives on the west coast) we played again in a way only siblings can. Together we took on the wasps which have sat ignored in our father’s grill for the last year. He in his hooded sweatshirt, jeans, ski mask and gloves…me with my camera and the hose.
We laughed as we danced what seemed to be a jig around the back yard, darting into our wasp shelter and back out again. My father stood behind the safety of the backdoor and observed his off spring, ridiculous, but working together towards a common goal. I could hear his laughter over our own.
A sister and a brother.
Two completely different people with something so large in common it will bond them their whole lives.
They come from the same place and the same love.
I have been lucky. My brother is my friend.
Above all things I wish that for The Poo.
A friendship years in the making. A challenging and loving relationship. One that helps her to grow as her own person.
One that is fun and with her always.
August 18th, 2008 at 10:58 am
There is nothing like the history you share with a sibling, no matter how little else you share as adults.
August 18th, 2008 at 12:13 pm
We have the longest relationships with our siblings. I hope my kids are always friends like they are now (even though they fight all the time).
August 18th, 2008 at 12:27 pm
Nice post.
It’s nice to know my kids will not remember a time without each other. I have a sister and while I do remember a time in my life when she wasn’t around, I’m so glad she’s been with me through thick and thin and everything in between. She is my best friend. Thus it will be with my kiddos.
August 18th, 2008 at 5:40 pm
Boy, how I hope beyone hope my children grow up to have a relationship like that. The relationship with my own brother is far, far different.
August 18th, 2008 at 5:57 pm
My brother and I are like that to a point. But he is an odd duck (yes odder than I am imagine that) so I tolerate him from afar. My girls, for as much as they fight, do really love each other. I know that Shaggy and Poo will too!