If I had emerged into this world with a Y chromosome instead of a second X, my name would certainly not have been Lauren; according to my parents, it would have been Luke. So, logic follows, that if I had had an older brother, his name would have been Luke. Luke, Lauren, and Lisbeth. It has a sort of ring to it, doesn’t it? And the alliteration makes the English major in me swoon.
Growing up, Lisbeth and I loved to imagine this mysterious older brother we never had. We would talk through scenarios and how things would be different…if Luke were here. When it took our family ages to saw through the trunk of the Christmas tree we were chopping down, we thought, “Luke would have had thing down forty-five minutes ago.” He was clutch like that.
We assigned him qualities we knew he would have possessed:
- Height like my Dad.
- Athleticism. He’d probably a baseball player. After all, my Dad taught us girls to throw a ball and swing a bat as soon as we could walk.
- Quick to laugh like my Mom.
- Musical. It’s just part of being a Castelli. We always sang our prayers before meals (wait for it) in four-part-harmony. It either made company feel extremely uncomfortable or extremely awesome.
- Protective. Always ready to stick up for his little sisters. This was an important one, especially throughout the daily taunting that was middle school bullying. Luke would have never stood for someone making fun of me for wearing socks with my Teva sandals. No way! Luke would have been on that like stink on manure.
So, why all this talk about this brother that I never had? Well, today, I got to thinking about Luke for the first time in a long time because on my doorstep, at long last, my Brother arrived.
No, not the brother of my childhood imagination, but my new capital-B Brother sewing machine. See:
I got a little chuckle thinking of this sewing machine as the the Brother I never had, and it only feels fitting to give him a name of his own. Not Luke – – I’m not quite sure yet what his name will be and am open to suggestions – – but I want to name him because once you name something, you have a relationship with it. Respect for it. We’ll surely be spending many hours together, perhaps not always seeing eye-to-eye (pun intended), quarreling as siblings do. But I hope this is the beginning of a long and loving relationship with my new Brother.
Bro, it’s great to finally meet you.
P.S. If you’re curious, here’s a link to the exact machine I purchased: a Brother CS-6000i from Amazon. A grrrrrrreat beginner machine with a lot of features.
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