#ConfessionFriday
I am responsible for 99% of my older Brother's beatings.
My older Brother lived his first five years as an only-child before I was born. He was definitely a poster child of sorts; never mischievous as a toddler, always listened, started school early, etc. Even for a few years after my birth, Big Bro was taking advanced classes in elementary, breaking records in spelling bees, taking martial arts, gymnastics, sign language... all that. He never got in any trouble at school, at home, or anywhere else. He was a model child. But when I was around 4y/o... I didn't like the attention he was given. So I came up with this masterful devious plan that worked for a whole year before I got caught.
When Mom wasnt looking, I would pick a fight with Big Bro; I'd shove him, or kick his feet, or pinch him, or repeatedly poke him, or stand in his way, and any other typical annoying sibling behavior. He would eventually get mad and retaliate. And no matter what his retaliation was, I would super overreact! And boy did I sell it well! It didnt matter if he pinched me back, kicked me, shoved me, or whatever..... I would fall hard on the floor and scream "Ouuuuch!" as loud as I could and start crying (Im talking real tears). Mommy would hear the ruckus and come out and give Big Bro super spankings! Yep... at 9 years old, Mom was still beating him. *She got that from Grandma*. Big Bro would beg and plead and tell her that I was faking and he didnt hit me that hard or hurt me. But my tears were soooo believable. Cuz then she'd beat him more for lying.
After countless times of getting away with setting Big Bro up for a spanking... Mommy finally caught me. I picked a fight with Bro in the hallway. Bro barely touched me... and I took off running down the hall -- Im talkin jet speed -- and ran straight into the closet door forehead first! I fell back on the floor and screamed "Mommy!! Lyn pushed me into the wall!!" and then I started crying. *This ALWAYS worked!* But little did I know... when Mom first heard the commotion in the hallway, she poked her head out of her bedroom door, and I didnt notice it. She witnessed the WHOLE thing and watched me deliberately sprint into the closet door. She came out her room steaming mad. At this point, I'm internally smiling cuz I know Big Bro is about to get the business. Even HE was scared and put his hands up and was like "Ma, he's lying!". Mom said "I know. I saw him." and walked past him and headed toward me. I wasnt cursing at 4, but if I was... I would have said "Oh shhh!" with the fear behind it like no one has said before.
Mannnn... did my Mom beat me something good! She was relentless. I mean... this wasnt a regular disciplinary beating. This was emotional for her. She spanked me for lying to her (discipline), for fooling her (embarrassment), for causing Big Bro to be spanked (guilt), to prove to my Grandma that she had it in her to beat her adorable, 'innocent' baby boy (validation). It was a whooping that I could never forget. Big Bro stood against the hallway wall... laughing and smiling as hard as he could. Oh, it was a sweet victory for him. Between the <whacks> and the sounds of my own shouts of pain... I could hear the snarky "Haha that's what you get!", "Bet u wont do that no mo!", "How does it feel?!" My t-shirt was drenched in a mixture of tears, saliva, and snot. My butt and legs were sooo sore; I legitimately had to lay down on my belly, face buried in the pillow... for HOURS before I was able to get up and walk around. And that's when I learned about karma. Geez!
(#RIPLyn *Feb 1979 - Jan 2006*)