A Couple of Nuts From the Family Tree

filed under: Miscellaneous on July 22, 2010

Angie was in trouble at school.

This was big.  Mom and dad were really upset.

It never happened liked this… I was the one always in trouble, always living up to that 'black sheep' title.

My face was bare, stoic even, but inside I felt an acute moment of sibling rivalry at its finest.

Finally!  She could see what it felt like for once to not be the 'good' one!

I was going to milk this situation for all it was worth.

What had she done?  My mind was racing.  Did she talk back to her teacher? Or get caught smoking?  Or maybe even cheated?

No, she would never cheat or smoke.  But it had to be something REALLY big!  

I bet she was going to have to do all her chores and mine for punishment.  And maybe even for a month!  Ha!  I was going to be laughing from the couch as she cleaned the bathroom and vacuumed the stairs and washed the dishes.  

Not to mention the grounding!  She would be missing The Cosby Show forever!  And no sleepovers.  And no movies… she was going to be jealous of me for once!!!

I sat in my room and pretended to be reading as my mom, dad, and Angie walked in the door.  She went straight to her room, and my parents went upstairs.

Being the good daughter had its duty's you know… I had better go and see how my parents were doing… and maybe pump them for info at the same time.

"Is everything OK?" I asked quietly.

"Yes, Amanda."

"So, what happened?"

"Nothing, just go back to your room."

Hum.  This was going to be tougher then I thought.

"Well, is Angie OK?  I am just concerned."

"She's fine."

My dad gave me a look and I knew it was now or never.

"Well, is she grounded?"

"Yes Amanda.  Your sister is grounded.  She is in big trouble and will be losing lots of privileges for awhile.  Are you happy now?"

Yes, yes I am.  I was smart enough to not put an actual smile on my face, but inside I was tickled pink.  I knew she wasn't perfect!  

As I turned to go back to my room I asked almost as an afterthought, "What did she do?"

My parents both sighed.

"She hit a boy.  Because he called you a bad name."

Frozen in my tracks, tears sprang to my eyes, and emotions I didnt even know I had suddenly overwhelmed me.


"Yes Amanda, she was defending you."

(me and my sister) 


I have one sibling.  My sister.  

We are less then two years apart in age, and growing up were often bickering and 'borrowing' each others clothes and ruthlessly competing for mom and dads attention.

But there was always more there.  The unspoken bond of sisterhood often surpassed the worldly perception of our relationship.  

To the outside world we all grow old.  But not to brothers and sisters.  We know each other as we always were.  We know each other's hearts.  We share private family jokes.  We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys.  We live outside the touch of time.  

~Clara Ortega

How about you?  Do you have a sister?  Do you have a favorite memory of her growing up?

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  • Karen says:

    In the midst of hearing my children bicker, this was such an encouraging post to read. Thank you!
    Seriously, you were *this close* to getting a tear out of me. ๐Ÿ˜‰

  • Karen@SurvivingMotherhood says:

    In the midst of hearing my children bicker, this was such an encouraging post to read. Thank you!
    Seriously, you were *this close* to getting a tear out of me. ๐Ÿ˜‰

  • Dea says:

    This post was awesome to read. Such a great story and such a great memory to have.
    I have a brother, sister, and a best friend whose like a sister. I’m pretty lucky. None of them have hit a boy for me but I do know they would do anything for me =]
    Really- this post is just so sweet!

  • bridget {bake at 350} says:

    Love this post!
    My sister and I are over 5 years apart and I wasn’t exactly thrilled to have my ONLY CHILD status stolen from me! ๐Ÿ˜‰ We fought a lot growing up, but we weren’t allowed to call each other “stupid” or “dumb” or to say “shut up.” So it goes without saying that we weren’t allowed to hit each other, either.
    One day, we were in the kitchen with my mom fighting about something and both REALLY mad (I have NO idea why). I opened the freezer, grabbed a frozen loaf of bread and bonked her with it. She, in turn, grabbed a squeeze bottle of ketchup and I saw it pointing straight at the top of my head. It was like slow motion, I tipped it back just as she was squeezing and HER hair got doused in ketchup.
    To be honest, it was TOTALLY AWESOME! ๐Ÿ˜‰

  • carma says:

    I have a sister (older by less than 2 years) but we are two incredibly different people and are not close. Enjoy this wonderful bond that you have with your’s.

  • Lisa says:

    My sister is my best friend. We are 20 months apart, I’m the younger one. We beat the tar out of each other growing up. She nearly took out a boy at the school bus stop for throwing a rock at my ankle. She nearly took me out one morning because I had a teddy bear that would record your voice and play it back, so I took it outside, screamed as loud as I could while recording, then played it back in my sisters ear while she was sleeping. We come from 2 of the most dysfunctional parents that could possibly be, and yet we turned out normal and sane, which is no small feat if you knew where we came from. We both have made huge mistakes in life. We both have made excellent choices in life. She is, besides my own two kids, the only other person on this planet that I would willingly give my life for.

  • Bethany says:

    Aw, how sweet~ it’s fun to read posts like this. However..lol. I have four sisters and one of them is only 12 months younger than me. I wish we were closer!