Memories of Milkshakes

4 Feb

As I ended the lengthy phone call with my younger brother, Joseph, memories of mom’s old Osterizer blender whirring together milk, liquid Hershey’s chocolate, and vanilla ice cream flooded my mind.blender

I hadn’t thought of this for years.

As a teenager, I had relished preparing those cold, creamy concoctions for the “baby” of my family of origin.  Mind, you, this so-called baby was in his teens at the time.  Some sweltering summer afternoons, I remember a warm, almost maternal feeling sweeping over me as I’d ask him: “Joseph, would you like a chocolate milkshake?”  He’d say: “No, Cate.  You don’t have to do that.”

But I always did.

It made me feel as if I were giving him a little, loving gift. Times were tough in those days at home.  Somehow, the act of creating those chilly, chocolate concoctions made our home life at little brighter.

Research has shown that women who grow up with brothers tend to have a greater understanding of men. The same is true of men with sisters. Sibling expert and author, Jeffrey Kluger, tells us:

There is, Kluger concludes, “no other relationship quite like a sibling relationship,” so it behooves us to understand those dynamics and work to strengthen and maintain the dealings we have with our brothers and sisters.

Clearly, in our own families, the relationships between our children are critical to healthy adult relationships.

9098415_sWell, Joseph and I planted many fields during the history of our childhoods. Apparently, one of the fields he planted helped me to choose well in a husband. Frank doesn’t go for milkshakes much, but he certainly has bonded with my brother.

And, If Joseph is addicted to ice cream in ANY form whatsoever in his adult life, I assume complete responsibility.  He may take credit for the gratitude I feel when fondly savoring memories of summers long ago.

I would love to hear about your sibling relationships!

Hope you are having a terrific Tuesday,

Cate Pane

2 Responses to “Memories of Milkshakes”

  1. Deborah the Closet Monster February 4, 2014 at 6:21 pm #

    As I drove home, drinking milkshakes with my son (no joke!), I was actually thinking about my brother. He doesn’t blog, but a certain part of who he is might be a good lesson for me on the blogging front.

    I am so grateful to have a brother, and my sisters. My husband was an only child; for me, the eldest of four, siblings for Li’l D were a must-have if circumstances permitted. I am so glad they did.

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