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yanked the strings to my soul. Mom tried to sway from side to side to comfort Francis, but to no avail. Mom tried to stuff the binky into her mouth, but my sister screamed and pushed the binky out. The longer this went on the more frustrated I became. Each cry, each scream was a dagger to my heart before I realized what I was doing I was yelling at my mother. I’ve never yelled or disrespected my parents in any way. But, the words that came out of my mouth rang of the truth.
“Give her back! Can’t you see you’re too stressed? You’re not even you anymore! All you do is mope around here every day. You don’t even take the time to comb your fucking hair, mom! You’re too spent and she can sense it!”
Peanut continues to scream. I didn’t give mom a chance to respond to my little outburst. I took my sister back and as soon as she was in my arms once again…silence.
“It’s okay; you’re okay now… big brother has you now.”
From that day forward, I became my sisters’ caregiver. Mom watched Peanut while I was at school and as soon as I walked through the door Francis was literally thrust upon me. What normal fourteen year old would want to take care of a child after being in school all day and training at the gym? What normal fourteen year old will turn down spending time with their friends, to change diapers and hum lullabies to his kid sister?
Well, let’s just say my parents didn’t know me too well. Mom wouldn’t allow me a minute to catch my breath when I walked into the house. I had enough time to put my bags down before she would say; “ Here you go, you wanted to be mister big brother .” She would say this while thrusting Peanut into my arms. She would turn on her heels, grab her purse, and leave the house. She would usually return thirty minutes to an hour before dad arrived from work.
Wow, big lesson! I get that she was trying to show me that having a baby consumes your time, that you had no time to rest. She tried her best to wear me down. This went on for eight months straight. What mom and dad failed to realize was that Francis was not a burden to me. She never has and she would never be a burden to me. I enjoyed taking care of my little sister. Hell, I thrived at it.
I came into the house one particular day after a pretty tuff training lesson expecting to be handed my sister. Actually, I was looking forward to mom vanishing for most of the night. What I found was totally different.
“Mom, what are you doing in my room?” I took a second to look around. I tried to hide the amusement that was slowly creeping across my face.
“Mom, what’s Peanuts crib doing in my room?” After looking at mom, the amusement that was there seconds ago vanished.
“Well…Chase listen…Dad and I talked this over and we think that Francis should stay in your room. She won’t sleep in her own room, she won’t sleep with me and daddy anymore. The only person she doesn’t drive insane with all her crying is you. The only time she sleeps is when you have her, which by the way is every night.”
I just stand there with a blank face, looking at my mother. All the reasons she mentioned were actually true. Maybe, this isn’t a joke. No…this isn’t a joke at all. Mom takes in a shaky breath and continues her explanation.
“Chase, this weekend we can move her room from upstairs to the room next to yours. I love you and Francis so much, but for some reason this child doesn’t want anything to do with me or your dad. Maybe I should have listened
“Give her back! Can’t you see you’re too stressed? You’re not even you anymore! All you do is mope around here every day. You don’t even take the time to comb your fucking hair, mom! You’re too spent and she can sense it!”
Peanut continues to scream. I didn’t give mom a chance to respond to my little outburst. I took my sister back and as soon as she was in my arms once again…silence.
“It’s okay; you’re okay now… big brother has you now.”
From that day forward, I became my sisters’ caregiver. Mom watched Peanut while I was at school and as soon as I walked through the door Francis was literally thrust upon me. What normal fourteen year old would want to take care of a child after being in school all day and training at the gym? What normal fourteen year old will turn down spending time with their friends, to change diapers and hum lullabies to his kid sister?
Well, let’s just say my parents didn’t know me too well. Mom wouldn’t allow me a minute to catch my breath when I walked into the house. I had enough time to put my bags down before she would say; “ Here you go, you wanted to be mister big brother .” She would say this while thrusting Peanut into my arms. She would turn on her heels, grab her purse, and leave the house. She would usually return thirty minutes to an hour before dad arrived from work.
Wow, big lesson! I get that she was trying to show me that having a baby consumes your time, that you had no time to rest. She tried her best to wear me down. This went on for eight months straight. What mom and dad failed to realize was that Francis was not a burden to me. She never has and she would never be a burden to me. I enjoyed taking care of my little sister. Hell, I thrived at it.
I came into the house one particular day after a pretty tuff training lesson expecting to be handed my sister. Actually, I was looking forward to mom vanishing for most of the night. What I found was totally different.
“Mom, what are you doing in my room?” I took a second to look around. I tried to hide the amusement that was slowly creeping across my face.
“Mom, what’s Peanuts crib doing in my room?” After looking at mom, the amusement that was there seconds ago vanished.
“Well…Chase listen…Dad and I talked this over and we think that Francis should stay in your room. She won’t sleep in her own room, she won’t sleep with me and daddy anymore. The only person she doesn’t drive insane with all her crying is you. The only time she sleeps is when you have her, which by the way is every night.”
I just stand there with a blank face, looking at my mother. All the reasons she mentioned were actually true. Maybe, this isn’t a joke. No…this isn’t a joke at all. Mom takes in a shaky breath and continues her explanation.
“Chase, this weekend we can move her room from upstairs to the room next to yours. I love you and Francis so much, but for some reason this child doesn’t want anything to do with me or your dad. Maybe I should have listened
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