I grew up with several brothers and sisters. I used to follow them around and generally be annoying, I am sure. I remember hearing the common refrain "Don't lose your sister" as my siblings went charging out the door and I went tearing after them.
I am sure they were thrilled to have me along. Please note the sarcasm. Also please note the sheer terror of what might happen if they did lose their sister. Still, my mom sent me along with them with the instructions for them not to lose me. Such faith.
Even now when I go out with them, I still have to smile at that "don't lose your sister" thought. Just once I'd like to call my mom and mournfully say "They lost me!" but it's never happened. I stick like glue, baby.
Do you know why I think my mom sent me along? Do the words "tattle-tale" mean anything to you? I tell ya, the woman was a visionary.
Who was it that tattled when her brother drove to fast in the car? That would be moi. Who told when we almost got in a car accident from taking the curve to fast? Me again. Who squealed when one brother accidentally hit another brother? *slowly raises hand* Who squealed on her sissy? You guessed it. *cough*ME*cough* I was about as much fun as a toothache. Maybe even not as much fun.
I followed them as they did all that yucky, messy "boy" stuff and I was right in there with them. We climbed hills and trees, played in ditches, rolled down grassy hills 'til we were dizzy, played football, baseball, soccer, roller skated and skateboarded. That was me. The tattletale and the tomboy.
So why did my mom put me in a dress? Was it just wishful thinking? And why did she keep putting me in a dress, knowing that I was going to somehow get it all torn up on the wheel of the skateboard or caught on a tree branch?
My mom sewed the rips in those dresses up day after day after day. She even made matching mommy and me dresses, which I loved. However, one of us did not hold up our end of the bargain and got their dress messy and tore it. I won't tell you who. Feel free to discuss it amongst yourselves. I'll wait.
Finally, I think she just gave up on the dresses and put me in pants. But what can you expect when most of my playmates were rough and tumble boys?
But I'm over it now. Excuse me while I go put a bandaid on my skinned knee.