When I was 15 years old, my 2nd brother entered my life. My grandfather brought my other brother and I to the hospital to met him for the first time. His screams filled the maternity ward, and it was my first memory of being a teenage big sister to a newborn baby. It should have told me I was in for a ride with this kid.
Kyle idolized our brother Jamey, and did everything “Mamy” did. He wore football and basketball outfits 24/7. His favorite things were playing ball, and watching his brother play sports. It wasn’t a surprise that he grew up to be such an athletic guy, getting a football scholarship as a wide receiver.
Often, I was mistaken for his mother. It was really hard to go places with him and get strange glances from onlookers, wondering if that teenage girl was his mother. Embarrassing. But embarrassing as it could be at times, having two brothers who are over a decade younger than me taught me how to be a mother. I had knowledge that so many other girls didn’t have the privilege of learning in high school. You can carry a fake baby around all day long, but the real deal is mind blowing.
He became an uncle at 7 years old (my brother Korbin was 4!!!). I have a picture of them meeting Adelai for the first time. He has the biggest smile on his face. He loves his nieces and nephews, they never were a burden to him, he didn’t care that they sometimes stole the show. Most kids his age would be annoyed with children ranging from a baby under 1 to 11 years old. I feel as though I returned the favor, and taught him how to be around young children early on. Not very many teenage boys could handle 4 kids jumping on him and making fun of his “man bun” all the time.
He graduated from Parkville High School last May, class of 2016. It made me feel old, knowing he watch me graduate 17 years ago!
I know he has great things ahead of him.
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