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I don’t know what my brother had done. I’d like to say it was something that really made me upset, but I may have just been a mean big sister. Regardless, I had no idea my dad was standing at the kitchen window watching the entire thing.
I was mad (or feeling ornery). Regardless, my next move was not my nicest – or brightest – moment as a big sister.
We started at the house steps, and I marched my brother all the way to the swing set. The bad part? I had my hands on his shoulders and was walking directly behind him giving him a swift kick in the butt with each step.
I remember feeling pretty smug with myself when we arrived at the swing set. My brother was crying, and – while I wasn’t laughing – I did think it was funny.
That’s when the “fun” ended.
Dad walked outside.
He called me up to the house.
He spun me around, put his hands on my shoulders, and marched me to the swing set – doing exactly what I had just done to my brother.
At the time, I didn’t think I had been kneeing my brother’s behind that hard – but dad sure was to mine!
His point was made.
I was crying. I’m pretty sure it was more from embarrassment and shame than actual pain.
The mini lecture that followed left me feeling even worse.
“How did that feel?” my dad asked.
“Not very good,” I sobbed in response.
“Why’d you do it?”
“I don’t know,” I muttered.
“Treat others the way you want to be treated!” dad exclaimed.
I’d love to say I have lived my life since that day treating everyone perfectly, but I know better. However, I do think I’ve gotten better. I definitely had to learn that life lesson the hard way, but I’m glad my dad taught me so well!
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