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My Brother

I have been inspired today to write about my relationship with my little brother.

I still remember the day he was born. I was 3 years old, in kindergarten and my aunt came to pick me up because my mom was in labour.  My teacher asked if i was excited that i was going to have a little brother and i said ” No, i don’t want him, they can keep him in the hospital”. I was in the washroom when he was born, but apperantly after i saw him, i kept asking my dad if i could buy him all the teddy bears and flowers in the gift shop, oh how quickly i can be won over lol. Anyways from there on in we always had a love/hate relationship as can be the only way with siblings. Some of our best early year moments:

  • I used to take him out of his crib and put him on the floor (when he was around 1) and climb into the crib until my mom found me and i got in trouble. 
  • I would hit him and get grounded to my bed.
  • I once let him cover us both in Vaseline when he was 2, my mom couldn’t even pick us up to wash us,we kept slipping out of her hands.
  • When my brother was one i put all of my halloween gum in my mouth( about 70 pieces) chewed it and spread it all over my brother’s head, and my mom had to cut it out.

Once he got older, he got more interesting so i started to teach him things:

  • I helped potty train him, now at the age of 7 almost 8 i didn’t know the difference between boys and girls, so i told my brother to sit on the toilet to pee, and lo and behold got peed on, right in my face. 
  • I helped to teach him how to read, i used to read him “One fish,two fish,red fish,blue fish”. Until finally he started reading back to me.

Then when he got older i used to paint his nails, do his makeup, dress him up, he loved trying on my new shoes. He became my little bodyguard. I used to take him to the mall, and to different places, and if a guy looked at me he would puff out his chest and stare the guy down until he looked away lol it was cute. When I got into fights with my parents, and had anxiety attacks he used to climb into my bed and hug me till i stopped crying. 

When i got older most of my money went towards him. We would go to endless Blue Jays games, Canada’s wonderland, spent our summers going bike riding, playing baseball games. I would spend about $200 a weekend buying him hockey cards, boxes, packs, memorabilia. 

We spent our falls,winters,springs playing hockey in our lane way until it was too dark to see. We made Go Leafs Go signs, and screamed up and down the street when the Leafs won playoff games, which they did a lot in those times.

Now it wasn’t all good times, he was still an annoying little brother. We would wrestle, i would hit him, scratch him, hurt him. He would bite me, pull my hair, I still have a scar on my arm from 22 years ago when he bit me! 

Now my brother is turning 21 this year, he’s in his last year of college, doing an internship at TSN, he has a wonderful girlfriend, he works, he never does anything reckless, doesn’t party, drink, do drugs. He’s a wonderful man, and i feel sad everyday that i moved out and we don’t see one another everyday. 

I love my brother, and i know that’s not something that everyone can really say. 

Sitting in line at real sports

The things u do for your little brother! I was up at 7 am this morning, got dressed and headed to my parents house. My dad drove us downtown since I refuse to pay $18 parking. So now I’m sitting on the floor at Real Sports until 10am, currently 8:50am to get wristbands for a signing by maple leafs players John-Micheal Liles and Cody Franson. The signing is at 2:30pm, so I have a nice 4 1/2 hour wait ahead of me on top of the hour i still have sitting here lol . It’s a good thing I love my brother :)

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