The Baby Boy
Posted on June 27th, 2008 in Blood Line
I’m heading out to Long Island in a few minutes to attend my littlest sibling’s high school graduation tomorrow morning. This doesn’t really make sense to me since I’m still 17 in my own head which would make Jem approximately 10. But hey, apparently people grow up and stuff. WHO KNEW.
Jem, for those who don’t know, is a nickname for Jeremy. Jem, like, Scout’s brother in To Kill A Mocking Bird. Not Jem like, Jem and the Holograms, a mid-1980′s cartoon show that I used to watch while my dad made me chocolate chip pancakes.
I remember waking up one morning when I was seven and seeing my neighbor in the kitchen pouring me a bowl of Cheerios. She explained that mom and dad had gone to the hospital to have a baby. All I wanted to know was if my mom would be back in time to get me off the school bus.
I don’t think she was. But when she did finally make it home, she brought Jeremy with her, a pudgy, adorable little butterball bean. My older brother Paul and I used to try really hard to make him laugh because the sound of it would crack us up forever. We taught him how to walk by holding his hands as we passed him back and forth on the carpet on the upstairs hallway. 
My mom left me to watch him once, while she ran an errand. I got distracted by the television and Jeremy had crawled off, unbeknownst to me. I only realized he was gone because he slipped attempting to climb the stairs and fell, landing on the foyer tiles below.
I’d like to say that it’s my fault that he is the way he is but I seriously think he had problems wayyyy before that fateful day I was left to babysit. I mean, come on.
Jem is my little brother, always will be and now he’s all grown up. On his 18th birthday last month, he went out and got himself a tattoo. He curses, he moons people, he laughs like a hyena and I would throw myself in front of a bus for him. A sensitive, kickass amazing dude. Congrats, little bro. Don’t ever change.
JEM ROCKS!! Can Jem DJ my wedding???
Uh, like, seriously? I bet he would. In other amazing Jem news, while home at the graduation this weekend, I took a picture of his tattoo. WOO HOO! Badass!
Thanks toot hey do you think if fox’s could fly the world would have been a better place?
Great, now I have to explain another child to the world…jeesh!
Jem–
I can’t believe you even asked me that. If foxes could fly, then, yes, absolutely, this world would be a better place.