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Big Brother = Big Liar

14 Jun

I love having a big brother.

In our adult, grown up years we have been great friends and have always been able to call the other when we needed something.

When we were younger though, things weren’t always so peachy. I was the annoying little sister always pestering and being nosy. He was the bully. Ok, he probably only bullied me but that totally counts.

I have dozens and dozens of stories where I was the innocent victim in “funny” games. Well, I probably wasn’t innocent. He glued my hair with rubber cement, handcuffed me and tripped me, tricked me into giving him all my candy, bloodied my nose and an assortment ย of other “fun” activities.

One of the best stories I remember though is when he came up with an elaborate lie. And when I say best, I mean I am still scarred til this day. The reason this lie seemed so life-changing was because my parents had agreed to go along with him and take part in the little joke. My mom said the main reason she agreed was because I always knew how to push my brother’s buttons when I was little. I knew the one thing to say to infuriate him, for some reason I have no recollection of this.

The story goes something like this….

He sat me down one day and told me he had something very serious he needed to share with me. He said that our family was a magical family and that everyone had secret powers but me. He assured me that they had all had the powers since before I was born but I wasn’t really one of them since I wasn’t magical. Now, I have always been very gullible and that wasn’t any different at about the age of 6. Of course I questioned him and didn’t fully believe it but how could I be sure? Then came the real kicker. “Go ask mama and daddy if you don’t believe me,” he said. I did just that. I marched my happy little butt into where my parents were and repeated Brian’s story. Then, I said, “that’s not true, right?” To my surprise, they both told me it was the truth. All of them said they just hadn’t wanted to tell me because they didn’t want me to be upset. Well, when you’re a kid and your parents tell you something you believe it. For some reason, not having magical powers was devastating to my little self.

As I recall there were tears and sobbing. They didn’t let it go on for longer than a day but it went on for several hours. So, once my parents told me they really weren’t a magic family I wasn’t sure what to believe. How could I be sure they weren’t just taking back their words to save me hurt and pain? I guess I eventually got over it and assumed if I hadn’t walked in on a magic spell yet that they really weren’t magic.

However, from time to time I wonder if they are all walking around casting their powers on things while I sit here with the power of nothing.

Guess I’ll never know….for sure:)

Our Parents Lie Too

28 Feb

Yes, that’s right, don’t think your parents haven’t lied to you.

As a kid I loved all the colorful cereal as most children do. My mom is a dietician so our choices were usually Cheerios or Raisin Bran. I guess I didn’t know anything else even existed until I started going to my friend’s houses. I suspect that is where I snuck and discovered the luxury of sugared cereal.

I remember being at the grocery store with my mom and asking her to get box of the colorful, sugary flakes. Her response was that I was allergic to them and would break out in a rash if I ate them. You would think I would have known better since I had had them before ย and didn’t have a rash. But, apparently I have always been pretty gullible. I guess over the years I had asked for the cereal on different occasions and the answer was always, “You’re allergic.” I thought, well my mom told me so, so I must be.

It wasn’t until I was approaching my 20’s that my mom and I happened to be talking about allergies or childhood or something related to that when I uncovered her deep, dark secret.


The nerve. She said that lie was going to come in handy one day.

I believe she may be right.

I have a feeling Lila may have inherited my allergy.

Lies We Tell….Our Parents

22 Feb

Let’s face it, we all do it or have done it in the past. I think it is natural that there are little secrets we have and times we glaze over things in order to avoid dissapointment. I always told my parents a lot. There were very few things I kept from them because I think I had a guilty conscious. Everyday I think about what Lila is going to be like when she gets older and I wonder about the type of relationship we will have. I hope she feels she can share things with me as I did with my parents. Let’s be clear, of course there were times I wasn’t honest and didn’t always come clean. I find it entertaining now to sit down with my parents and say “Remember that one time I said such and such?”…well it didn’t really happen that way. We have a good laugh about it now.

I thought I would share one of those times. It makes me laugh thinking about it.

On my 20th birthday, myself and my BFF’s went to get our first tattoo. We were giddy, nervous, and so excited all at the same time. We had been discussing our plans to do this for a while and had sketches and everything to take with us. Even though we were all technically adults we all knew that none of our parents would really approve or be in favor of the tattoos. Apparently I wasn’t overly concerned with hiding mine because I had mine all of a week before my mom discovered it. She took me shopping for clothes as she did so many times before and as I was busy trying on the next article of clothing I didn’t think to conceal my back. She didn’t even bust me on it at that moment, she waited a while and brought it up in conversation later. I really don’t think she was even that mad but I do remember her asking me if I knew it was gonna be there forever? I am sure I had some smart little response. Lord help me when Lila is a teenager. Anyway, overall I felt that I had just kinda let her down. However, we never talked about whether she was gonna tell my dad or not. I guess she didn’t because some months later I was home from college for the weekend hanging out in my pajamas. I was leaning over looking in the fridge when I heard my dad say, “Laura, I hope that isn’t a tattoo on your back.” I’m pretty sure I broke out into a sweat.

In my head….” OH CRAP, OH CRAP, OH CRAP….what do I say?”

What I really said…”Oh it’s not daddy, it’s one of those henna tattoos. It will be gone in a few months.”

And we haven’t talked about it since. It think he may be onto me though, 9 years later and it hasn’t faded a bit. That’s some good henna:)