Thursday, October 15, 2009

Ugh....snitches.

When I was going through my teenage years, I was a bit of a wild child at times. And by times, I mean the majority of times. I was raised in a Christian home and I was raised with a very strict sense of what is right and what is wrong.

Now don't worry, I could have been in situations that were a lot worse. Believe me at times, I tried to find them or get into them.

Thankfully, I had a good snitch. Her name is Jessi and she is my little sister.

I used to get so mad at her every time she ratted me out for staying on the phone too long or speeding on our road. And if it was something bad, you can imagine how mad I got.

I got into trouble right before I left for college for a decision I made.

And Jessi was there. She told me that what I was doing was wrong. She told the other person she thought they should leave.

But I didn't listen.

Of course, I got caught the next day.

It was not pretty. I still remember the lecture my dad gave me like it was yesterday.

I also remember the one he gave my little sister. He told her that he should have called my parents. It was the first time that she got a lecture like I usually got.

I tried to stop my dad from lecturing her because she hadn't done anything wrong.

But he told me that she knew what was right and what was wrong too. She was old enough to make a decision about when she knew something wrong was going on and most importantly she has to realize that her actions or inactions have consequences. She had to be responsible for her actions too and accept the consequences.

I'm pretty sure that Jessi was mad at me because she got into trouble.

But I was upset because I finally let my dad's lectures sink in from years past. I knew what he meant.

Now, I still hate a snitch and I really hate secrets.

But I LOVE my little sister.

She always had my best interest at heart even when I didn't have my best interest at heart.

Tonight I got to experience her world with my youngest sister.

I never thought I would be, but tonight for the first time I was the snitch.

My sister didn't do something earth shattering, but it still was wrong. And I had to call her on it because it was wrong.

I've already cried twice about it.

Being the snitch is no fun because you know you have to tell someone in the authority so they can take action. It also means that you have to deal with the person being mad at you.

I know all of this because I was always mad at Jessi instead of being mad at myself. My dad used to tell me that I was more mad that I got caught then I was mad about what I did wrong.

Well I was until the night Jessi got into trouble with me.

I know what Jessi felt like after every incident now. She didn't want to tell on me because she didn't want me to be mad at her, but she also didn't want me to get hurt.

And the last part mattered more. She was way mature for her age.

So Loren, I know you're mad at me. I get it. You have no idea how many times I was mad at Jessi. But I promise what you're doing is not worth it.

You are old enough to know the difference between right and wrong.
You are old enough to make the right decisions.
You're old enough to know that a poor decision means that some yucky consequences are headed your way. But a good choice means good consequences are headed your way.

I'm sorry that you're growing up in a generation that has pretty much had their childhood stolen because of how early you're exposed to things of this world. But that doesn't give you an excuse to make bad decisions.

It's like dad says, "I can't be there with you to make the tough decisions for you. You are ultimately responsible for you. If I get onto you, it's because I love you and I want only the best for you."

And that's just it littlest sister of mine, I love you.

P.S. Jesus loves you too. That's why he gave you a twin who looks and acts like Jessi...except that he's a boy.

1 comment:

Brittany Ann said...

Ahhh, yes, I've been here with my brothers.

It's like a horrible/lovely family obligation all at the same time.

Thank the Lord for siblings (even when we hate them) huh?

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