Trouble and my Big Sister

There were numerous reasons why I had to stand in the corner: beating up my brother, catching the yard on fire (which in hindsight was really dangerous. It is a blessing I did not get burnt.), lying about stuff, stealing stuff. I just seemed to have trouble. And trouble liked to follow me around, or that’s what I believed as a child.

 I didn’t get in trouble much at school, which is very surprising since I got picked on a lot, but I never took revenge. I had few friends. I think I was kind of in my own little world. My sister was older.  When I came home from the hospital, I wasn’t the normal baby. I screamed a lot. I slept two hours every twelve hours. My sister wanted my mom to return me for a better baby. 

We shared a room. I was not a good roommate. At six months of age, I stood up at the beginning of one week and then was running by the end of the week. My crib was beside my sister‘s bed at night. I used to try to pull her head through the crib rails, so my parents moved my bed across the room. The crib had wheels on it. I learned to rock it over to her bed to pull her head through the rails, so my dad took the wheels off. Then I hopped the crib over to her bed to pull her head through.

One day my sister came home and my mom was frantically looking for me. My sister was glad that I disappeared. We lived in a cape cod style house with dormers. Somehow, I climbed out the window, and they found me running around on the roof. By some kind of blessing, I didn’t fall off the roof.

One time my sister almost killed me with her three foot tall Pink Panther piggy bank. She would drag it out anytime we had guests and they would put money in it. One day she lifted it over her head to hit me, but it was so heavy that it pulled her backwards. Although it was probably deserved, it was a blessing that I didn’t get hit by the piggy bank!

Another time I was standing on her bed, and she pulled the sheet out from underneath me. I flipped backwards and fell on the floor. My father heard the noise and came upstairs and asked her what happened. She said she didn’t see me standing on the bed. Again, I’m sure there was a good reason for her to do that!

I was not an easy sibling to live with. I caused a lot of problems because I didn’t know how to express emotions. It was stressful for my parents, my sister and my brother, but thank God, they have forgiven me. I have a good relationship with all of them today. That is entirely due to my relationship with Jesus Christ.