December 1st means just one thing to me. It’s my brother’s birthday. He’s almost three years older than me and we’ve always been extremely close, even though this photo which we both love, may suggest otherwise!
I have no idea if other ‘little sisters’ with a ‘big brother’ continue to ‘look up’ to him throughout their lives. Maybe, I’m just lucky in that my brother sort of took me under his wing from the minute I arrived on the scene.
He was the one who cut my hair when I was two and gave me the fringe that I still sport today. He was my mixed doubles partner in tennis for years and years and we never had a cross word, not once! It was amazing how we instinctively knew where the other was on the court and it’s also amazing that even when he was totally and utterly injured I could never beat him when we played singles against each other. All he had to do was say, Ah, you have me this time, and I’d hardly get another ball over the net.
When the going has been tough, he has always been there for me. He is a great listener, has a sense of humour that has never failed to make me laugh, and is just plain ‘wise.’
I think everyone would agree that he was Mother’s pet and she absolutely adored when he came to see her. Even after he got married, he used to come to stay with my parents for the weekend closest to his birthday. I don’t think he ever quite realised how thrilled Mother was when he was around and how despondent when he would set off on the Sunday evening.
We had a long chat on the phone today. He was his usual self and tonight as I write I feel I’m probably the luckiest ‘little sister’ in the world. Thank goodness, he doesn’t read this blog ….. at least, I’m 99% certain he doesn’t! He would be cringing about a billion miles passed the last ‘g’.
So big brothers everywhere, please realise that you may mean the world to your little sister/s. And ‘little sisters,’ I hope you have been even half as fortunate as I have in the ‘big brother stakes.’