Sundays

Sunday is the day I spend with my youngest sibling. He is 13 years old, cute and very shy. Of course I am the cool, older sister, at least that is what I tell myself. I pick him up around lunchtime, take him to lunch and then usually we go golfing. I spend time with him in an attempt to give him something positive and uncomplicated in his life. I am not trying to be his mother, but given the huge age difference I am not sure that I am his friend either. In my mind I am providing a positive role model for him. I wish there was a man in his life that would do what I am doing, but since my family lacks positive male role models the job falls on me.

I think he enjoys his Sundays with me. I do tease him from time to time and my teasing has taken root. I tell him, “I know everything, just not all at once.” Yesterday during our conversation he asked me if I was smarter than Bill Gates. He was serious too! Some how I have convinced him that I am smartest person on the planet, it is kind of funny. I told him that Bill Gates was definitely luckier than me, but since I had never met him I couldn’t say whether he was smarter than I. The more time I spend with younger brother the more I gain from the encounter. On Sundays I do my good deed for the week and practice golf, it is a win-win situation for me.