Couldn’t help myself : ) My brother turned 22 today. WHAT?? I’m less than 3 years older than him but I’ve always felt a certain, unneeded protectiveness over him. So for his birthday, I wanted to repost something I wrote on my Facebook for his graduation. He really is pretty cool…most of the time.
In May my Dad wrote: “It was 22 years ago that the doctors and nurses tried to tell us what it would be like to have a child born with a skull that was 20% larger than it should be and a right hand that is 60% smaller than most. They tried to tell us because they really didn’t know. Kara, Katye and I were blessed to be surrounded by an unbelievable family and group of loving friends. Thanks to the greatest doctors, teachers and coaches in the world… LITERALLY, our Jamie has been able to experience so much success. Last week we got to watch him graduate and today he hoisted his hard fought trophy! So Proud!”
My dad put it perfectly. We don’t always agree, but when it comes down to it, my brother, Jamie, makes me so proud. He has NEVER let any of his “physical limitations” (I don’t even feel right saying that because honestly he has never let anything limit him), stop him from what he wants to do. Growing up, most of his teammates never even knew about his hand, or the fact that since birth he has had his skull cut open, rebuilt, and stapled back together more times than I remember. His pain tolerance is through the roof which is perhaps why he made such an awesome goalie. When he was born, doctors didn’t know what to tell my parents. They didn’t know what to tell them to expect for his life or what he would and wouldn’t be able to accomplish. But since he was little, Jamie always taught everyone that his “problems” would never stop him.
Man I rocked the hell out of that bowl cut
The first time I met my brother, my grandparents and parents “briefed” me that Jamie had some things wrong with him, but that he would be okay, to keep me from getting scared when I first saw him. When I met him, I asked my mom what was wrong with him. She told me his head wasn’t shaped right and that he only have 7 fingers instead of 10. At 2.5 years old my response was, “okay…but what’s wrong with him?”. Still stands true…there’s never been anything wrong with him (well at least physically ; ), he doesn’t use his physicality as an excuse for anything, and he still has the hardest head around…in more ways than one.
Happy Birthday Baby Brotha!!!