С днем рождения, малюсенький цветок!

LizzieLou | memoir,nablopomo | Tuesday, November 15th, 2011

My sister — the little one, who will always be little no matter how big or how old or how smart she gets, not in a little, belittling kind of way, but in a lovely, fresh, younger, I-knew-you-when-you-were-a-fetus kind of way — is remarkable. Extraordinary, notable, outstanding, and amazing. And today is her birthday. (Фактически, потому что она в Москва, было вчера.)

I was ten. Mom and Dad and I sat in our folding lawn chairs behind the car in the garage. There was a spring storm and we were watching the rain come down and looking out at the lightning lighting up the field behind the house. Thunder rolled. I was happy. This was quality time.

Dad said, “So, have you noticed that Mom’s getting a little fat?”

No, I hadn’t noticed anything like that at all. I was ten. I liked running and jumping and climbing and Legos. Who cares about fat? Why do I have to wear a shirt? Can I shoot the BB gun?

Dad said, “What do you think about having a brother or sister?”


“Mom’s pregnant. She’s going to have a baby.”

I thought he was just teasing. I didn’t believe him.

Mom said, “It’s true.”

Dad said, “Didn’t you notice Mom’s big bottle of vitamins in the kitchen? She has to take those. They’re prenatal vitamins.”

Huh? I didn’t even pay attention to my own vitamins much less my mother’s and the word prenatal meant nothing to me. What is a prenatal? I ran inside and up the basement stairs to the kitchen and grabbed the large pill bottle, but it still didn’t say anything about a Baby or a Pregnant. Those pills could be anything. Vitamins are stinky. I went back to the garage.


They said, “Yes. Really.” And then, some months later Dad got home from the hospital and my older sister and I stood at the top of those basement stairs and shouted, “What is it!? What is it!?”


  1. I love this post.

    Comment by Lolly — November 17, 2011 @ 8:32 am

  2. “Why do I have to wear a shirt?”

    OMG Bear YOU TOO??

    Comment by Eelaine — December 8, 2011 @ 2:25 pm

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