Thursday, July 22, 2010
My Story: Fifth Grade
My prayers were finally answered! I had been praying for practically the entire 10 years of my earthly existence for a sister, and after two painful miscarriages (where I might have cried more initially than my poor mother), my prayers were finally answered.
My baby sister was perfect. I was the only one allowed to hold her standing up. I learned to feed her and change her diapers. We snuggled together on the couch. She was everything I had hoped for.
We transferred to a new elementary school that year so my brother could be in their special ed program. Because my parents felt he wasn’t ready for middle school, they asked me if I would mind if they held him back. This would mean we would be in the same grade throughout the rest of our schooling years.
I don’t think I even hesitated when I told them it would be fine. I had no idea the struggles that could come from being in the same age as my brother, but I knew it was what he needed. We spent many recesses together as his aid tried her best to involve him with normal children.
My three brothers and I would walk to and from the bus stop together each day, and probably bonded more during those regular 15 minutes than at any other time that year. We talked, we fought, we laughed, we schemed.
One of the houses en route to our bus stop had two ginormous black dogs. Some days their electric fence didn’t work and we would race past that house in terror hoping those dogs wouldn’t get us. Thankfully, they never did, but I still have a mental image of that house etched in my mind to this day.