This morning, as I rolled myself out of bed, my first words were, "I should call Naysan. My baby brother is 19." I get a little emotional, probably every year on this day. With 10.5 years between us, with every year that he adds to his life, it makes me feel like two years older. So I'm now nearing 50.
I have a hard time reconciling pictures of him in his Osh Kosh B'Gosh, sitting on my early-teen hip, with the man-like creature that now hulks over me. When I rewind over the past 19 years, I really do start to cry. It's just so amazing that we come into this world as these tiny creatures, dependent on others for everything, and eventually (very quickly in Naysan's case) become independent with very distinct personalities. And the physical changes are rather phenomenal.
It was about nineteen years ago right now, given the time difference between here and New Orleans, that my mom rushed home to take care of some last minute things, after having been told by the doctor that it was time - four weeks of extra pregnancy was verging on too much. Anis and I were picked up from elementary school so we could go home and hope that our younger sibling would hold off just long enough to be born on February 29, wishing for the kick we would get out of wishing a teenager a happy fourth birthday. But he beat the clock by six hours.
Naysan, thanks for sharing yourself with me. Even though you're no longer a cute baby, you continue to amaze me.
Posted by Shokufeh at February 28, 2003 08:46 AMThis is sooooooooooooooooooooooo cute.
Posted by: pnina at September 5, 2003 02:58 PM