I’m a Mister?!

Yes, it’s true. Mister Jenni Carlson. It may come as a shock to many of you, but I hide my identity no more. Half mom. Half sister. I’m a Mister.
Now there’s a headline for the tabloids…I can see it now: Girl Claims Motherhood of Her Sister. Or perhaps on the 10 o’clock news you’d hear: We have breaking news – after nearly two decades, a woman has come forward saying her sister is indeed, also her daughter. But first, the results of the Hot Dog Eating Contest at Cloverfield Nursing Home!
At 10 years old, with a brother of 8 and a sister of 6, we had spent our childhood as the three musketeers. We weren’t allowed to have an Atari (yes, I said Atari – welcome to 1984) or a Nintendo, so we played “Human Nintendo.” Couch cushions on the ground became stepping stones through “hot lava” (aka The Carpet). I was King Koopa “sleeping” as the other kids tiptoed across the top ridge of the couch without waking me up, in which a big chase would ensue, that usually ended in tackling and tears.
Our family would take roadtrips to Alabama in the old station wagon to visit grandparents. Mom would make us “Activity Boxes” and in those days, there were no DVD players that popped out of the ceiling. We would use our good old fashioned imaginations, which also somehow ended in tackling and tears.
Yes, at age 10, I figured my role in life was just Big Sister. Little did I know, my life as a Mister was about to begin. When my mom and dad announced to the 3 of us (6, 8, 10) they were expecting, I started to cry. It was the first time in my life that I cried because I was HAPPY. Until that moment, I believed tears were reserved for scraped knees and spankings. But this was no ordinary day…
It has been 18 years since I recieved that sweet news. Yesterday, I watched that little baby girl walk across the stage in her cap and gown. I cried then and I’m crying now. I cried at her last piano recital a couple weeks ago. It’s almost like I’m her…MOM?! Even though this little punk ate the beginnings of my experimental orange tree…oh, and dumped the entire contents of my first bottle of expensive perfume all over my bedroom…and even though she doesn’t have NEARLY the list of Rules & Regulations that I did at her age…
She is still such a precious gift…my psuedo daughter and my little sister. I must say, I never thought I’d be so proud to be a Mister.

5 comments On I’m a Mister?!

  • And you are a good mister! She is blessed –

  • I still can’t believe the crazy little Carlson sister is all grown up and now a high school graduate! And I also miss those simple times growing up on Cypress…good times. Congrats to Em and congrats to you to have helped raise such a wonderful sister 😀

  • Awwww! This made me so sad for next year when my brother graduates!!

  • sniff sniff
    sigh sigh…..

    I know how you feel! Being that Jonathan is 8 years younger than me, its similar thing…I remember HOLDING him on my lap!! What???!!

    just wait until she gets married…..


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