The longer I'm here in C-bus, the younger I become...I'm not certain that's a good thing. By younger, I mean the birth order thing. I am seeing more and more the positions Mom and my sister Stephanie and I settle into after a protracted period of time spent together. The "newness" of my being home is gradually wearing out, which is probably a good thing; at the very least it is an interesting thing, and therefore my place in the family is revisted. Sitting in the backseat of the car is very natural, remaining silent during little arguments between mom and the big sister is also very natural...to take sides would be lethal...and the most interesting observation of late is that my when my oldest son Eric and I are at my mother's house together with my sister (who is 9 years older than me) I feel a sibling-type of relationship with him...almost a comraderie with him that I used to share with my brother in the same type of dynamic..."us" against "them" kind of thing....so very weird...and so fun to observe...but I don't feel that way with my youngest son Eli because he is my baby...I'm guessing that's the reason...and he will remain thus (the baby-obviously). Even tho he is graduating from OSU and his business acumen is impressive, as is his faith and spiritual prowess, he is my baby and my eyes twinkle with pride when he speaks and his voice echoes after he stops talking. Oh, I love my boys...
This trip will hurt when it ends...ouchy already....
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I find I do the same thing when I am in Ohio. . .and, when I am with you. I am a big, bad grown-up on my own, but when I'm with you I turn into a helpless child that needs her mommy. It's nice to slip into that role sometimes. . .I get to lean on someone instead of being leaned on. Love you!
DEB....HELL-OOOOO!!!
Did you fall into the Olentangy or something??? Please....I need a Debbie fix. Talk to us, woman.
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