Jocelyn Rivas
Professor Pappas
English 101
12 October 2018
The Change I’ve Always Wanted
There I was with my mom, sitting on the living room carpet, each of us holding a Barbie doll in our hands. We were pretending that they were going to a party together, but first they had to change. I looked at the options and ended up shouting “the pink dress,” that’s what I wanted my doll to wear. It would be held in the dining room, although in my head it was at a much fancier place, perhaps in one similar to those in Disney movies. In a massive castle with long stairwells and a chandelier that protrudes in the middle of the ceiling. I was an only child for seven years and whenever I played as a little kid it was almost always with my mom. I didn’t have a sibling to play with me so I constantly found that the one person entertaining me was my mom, someone four times my age. At least she made an effort to make me happy by going along with my scenarios, she appeared to have fun every time but it sometimes crossed my mind that maybe she wasn’t. Isn’t she tired, with that big round belly filling up that shirt? She was due anytime now. Besides, what adult wants to play pretend on their free time?
In just like that, I found myself being dropped off at my aunt’s house because my mom was in labor. I was anxious the entire time, wondering if my sister had been born yet. It wasn’t until the next day that I saw the white truck come into the driveway. I was jump roping outside with my cousin and immediately stopped when I saw my dad’s truck. It was time, my dad was bringing me to the hospital to see my newborn sister. I had wanted a sibling for as long as I could remember.
We went home first because my dad was going to get clothes ready for my mom since she was getting out of the hospital in two days. We also went home for another reason, my dad wanted me to change and look presentable. I was too excited so that wasn’t going to happen, I thought it would just slow us down and I wanted to get the the hospital as soon as possible. I just wanted to leave already. I didn’t end up changing. I went with blue jeans that fit me too big and a pink short sleeve shirt. My hair, that was the worse part, I hadn’t even done it. My hair was all over the place, strands falling in my face almost, yet I somehow managed to keep it in a hair tie. I didn’t care about how I looked.
Finally, we were in the truck. I thought, how long does it really take to put a shirt and pants in a bag for mom to change? “Did you see her? How does she look?” I kept asking questions the entire car ride, I’m surprised my dad didn’t seem to be getting sick of them.
Oh no, another stop. Flowers! How dare we show up without flowers! We went to stop and shop and my dad told me to pick out a bouquet of roses for her. I had a hard time choosing, I relied heavily on the colors they had when coming to a decision. I chose the bouquet with red and yellow roses. “Those” I told my dad.
We’re here, going up the elevator, and before I know it, I was pushing the white door open and saw my mom laying on the bed. I gave her the flowers and immediately, almost urgently, asked about my sister. “She’s with the nurse,” she says. Of course she is I think. Time starts to pass by slowly and then I realize something, I haven’t really spent time with both of my parents, my dad works long shifts and by the time he usually gets home, I am asleep. Yet here we are together, at the hospital. The door opens again and the nurse walks in, pushing the baby in what to me appears to be a white bin, but is actually similar to a crib. There she is, asleep and so beautiful. She was bundled up in a white blanket that had a blue and red stripe on it. She had a hat with thick pink and purple stripes on it, with a pom pom on the top. It was the beginning of July I wondered why they put a hat on her.
At home, I constantly found myself running around the house getting things for my mom. She would always tell me to “go get the baby cloth” or “can you watch her while I go shower.” The older I got, the more I found myself taking care of her.
I later came to the realization that being the oldest meant that I had to set an example for my sister, I had to give her something to follow. “She will look up to you one day,” my dad would say. This made me feel like I had a responsibility.
I have two brothers and two sisters now. My youngest sibling turned one this week. Since they’re all really close in age, I am constantly hearing arguing, and mostly over things that don’t make sense. It’s always phrases such as “that’s mine,” “you broke it,” and “I didn’t do it” that never fail to surface my home. Just last year my little sister tried to burn my brothers car by putting it in the microwave because she was mad at him. This just comes to show the chaotic environment I live in. With so many children I find that I’m always cleaning up their messes with my mom. Spills are a common thing in my home, when juice is flowing on the floor I just get the mop and don’t even worry about who did it anymore. Writing on the walls is something that can be frustrating just because of how difficult it is to remove.
An interesting thing I’ve noticed is how my eleven year old sister gets annoyed when my mom asks her to watch the baby for nothing more than five minutes. She’s realizing that my mom is now starting to depend on her to watch the baby while she cooks just like how she depended on me when my sister was born. I view it as a cycle, almost as if I passed the torch down to my sister.
Being the oldest of four has resulted in me driving my mom and siblings everywhere. Since my mom can’t drive, I pick up my sister from student council, if she wants to go over a friend’s house, I am the one who drops her off and picks her up. I even go grocery shopping because of how tired my dad is when he gets back from work.
I always joke around with my mom and tell her that our house is a daycare, there’s tons of chaos and all involving kids. I’d take my madhouse over what was a ghost town any day. Although we might argue sometimes, there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for my family.