Sunday, March 30, 2014
#1. I am going to tell you the things that are great about little brothers. When I come home from school and I get frustrated because I have so much homework (5-6 pages!), I put my head down and feel like I can't do it. But then, when I see my brother or I think about him happy and smiling, I feel like I can do it and that I can change my brother's life into a happy fairy tale. When he has homework in the future, I can help him on it or at least tutor him because I'm 8 years older than him. How that's easier for my parents is that I can check his work and for the tutoring part, I can tutor him on any day they'd like and it can be for free. When he is in PreK or the last grade of baby school, I'm going to teach him his colors, numbers, letters and what facial parts he has and all those things. I know I can do this right because I've done it on my cousin Claire before. She was almost in PreK and she came to me and said, "Kylie, I'm scared and I don't know anything about what I'm supposed to do at the big school. Can you help me?" I taught her addition and subtraction (I taught her what 4+4 is) and those kinds of addition problems. The best part about that was that when her face lit up with joy because I gave her her own learning book that I had when I was little but didn't use it.
These days I help Grady with reading even though he closes the book and gets out of my lap. But I still keep trying. After that, he usually wants to do music so I turn on his radio and we start getting his baby instruments, shaking them, laughing and making music. Then usually after that he wants to work on his muscles like he starts throwing balls. Then he usually goes in my room. I think "Oh no! I hope he doesn't go in my closet because he could get lost in it because it's so crowded."
Having a brother feels like nothing bad is in the world. It's not always good. Sometimes when I'm supposed to be watching him, I'm actually playing with him but couldn't get to him in time when he fell and blood was coming out of his mouth. He started crying with tears all down his face. So I picked him up and ran to the kitchen. Luckily, he didn't need stitches. It was just a little blood. It made me feel like he would never forgive me. Now that's why I always try to make the best of myself when my brother is around me so he doesn't make the same mistakes as I do. He's supposed to make his own mistakes. Don't start getting worried or crying with tears. Having a little brother when you first think about it is actually not going to be the best thing, you think. But then after awhile, when you guys start being closer and closer together, you feel like nothing will take you guys apart and that nothing can make one of you mad at each. You guys will always forgive and you guys can always remember that God is with you.
Please add your comments so I know what you think and what you'd like to know more about from a 9 year old Houston girl. Thanks.