Left Over Parts

Many years ago my parents were producing babies.

Lots of babies.

But one of them had to be the last.

That would be my little sister.

The things she has been blessed with:

Seven older siblings.

Being the gopher for seven older siblings.

Being the cutest.

Being the most loved.

Being told she was made up of all of the left over parts.

Having your parents fight over what your name really is, at the alter, during your baptism.

Getting rides to kindergarten on motorcycles by cool older brothers.

Having parents already broken in by seven older siblings.

Being told “IT’S THE BOOGEY MAN” just so she would hug you.

Getting to stay at older sister’s house and pretend like the baby was her real life doll that she dress up as Bruce Springsteen, Lumber Jack, etc…

Having older siblings who fought over who had to got to watch her.    I always lost won.

Never really having to fight with the older siblings because she was too small and too darn cute.

Getting more hugs and love than any of the rest of us because all of those left over parts made up for one cute baby.   (When you get the last nose there’s only enough to make a little button nose.)

Always getting her way with dad because “wrapped” and “little finger” were invented by her.

Did I mention that having seven older siblings is a blessing?  No, really, it is.   Especially when you are a teenager going through a bit of rebellion.  Having older siblings yell at you in stereo IS a blessing.

The things we were blessed with:


34 thoughts on “Left Over Parts

  1. I love the “left over parts!” Also, that is hilarious that your parents were fighting over the name at the baptism! With that many kids how could you possibly remember all the names…half the time I can’t remember my 3 kids names!


    • Mom’s best quote ever after naming all of her 11 siblings and going through 5 of our names and still not get to the right kids:

      “DAMNIT YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!” Hahahahahahaha! I laugh every time I think of it.


  2. Don’t have any siblings …. but there is times I wish I had … but not any warranty that my life would be more fun or fulfilled. My mum and my aunt didn’t speak to each other for nearly 30 years. My aunt passed away without them been talking. But reading this .. I wish I had a sister like you.


  3. Well thanks big sis, I am blessed indeed. Btw my birth certificate has one name and my social security card has another one, not sure how that happened!


  4. Having older siblings IS a blessing indeed. I am the firstborn child and have a sister that is thirteen years younger so I was busy dotting on the baby too. Looking back now, I feel like I helped my mom raise her.


  5. So much love in this one. Beautiful. Glad to see a photo of #3 and find out you’re #4. You may have blogged about all your family earlier but I only know of the baby sis #7, the twins who just had a birthday and now #3. What a blessed group you all are. So nice to be a fly on the wall here.


    • Hi Paulette! 🙂

      The #3 is actually a fellow blogger, “Red”. SHe is #3 in her family.

      The one who signs her comment “#8” is the little sister I wrote about.

      The twins are numbers 2 and 3.

      Confusing isn’t it! 🙂 Maybe that’s part of the fun. I’m glad you have joined me here. I always appreciate your comments and time. 🙂


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