Today my sister, Jana Beth Hooten, will celebrate her birthday! I will not tell you how old she is; just that she’s older than me!
Growing up, my sister and I could fight with the best of them. We had some knock down drag outs! However, we were always quick to stick up for each other if anyone else tried to hurt the other one. We would stand strong and not dare let the enemy breach our camp.
When I was younger, my family had some weird rules, which sounds scary but considering that we are no longer like that, it’s a lot less frightening then it sounds. You can search and search the Word of God and never find anything to back most of these rules. They were rules like: women are not to wear pants (because riding a horse or a bike in a skirt is much more modest, and yes, I did both in my young childhood). Men were not to have long hair (this just made men look like women as did the pants on women make them look like men). There were a lot of other rules, but I find these two rules particularity interesting. I mean did they (they=whoever made up these rules) think that if men had long hair and women wore pants that we would all get confused and have to start asking, “I’m sorry, I see that you have pants on, but I’m not entirely clear, are you a man or a woman?”
Well, when I was about 8 years old I had on a snazzy pair of culottes (no, that’s not a typo, that’s a real word). Culottes are basically a skirt with a split down the middle. I remember these culottes well, they were thick fabric and they were bright yellow-I know they just keep getting better and better. Well, I loved to ride my bike and I could fly on that thing. It was blue with a banana seat and streamers on the handle bars and yes, you guessed it a white basket on the front completed this amazing bicycle! Well, one day I was out riding my bike and some older neighborhood girls came over and started picking on me and my culottes. I didn’t even know that my sister was outside but before I knew it, there she was standing tall right beside me in her amazing culottes. A heavenly glow shone down on her and I promise there were angels singing. She was my savior! She looked at these girls, named Tawnya and Valerie (the mean girls of the neighborhood) and told them to, and I quote, “Leave my sister ALONE!” They responded with “Whatever. Hey did y’all know that we were on TV?” We had no idea where that came from. Looking back I suppose it was their sad attempt to make themselves look cool. Well that’s when my sister said IT! She looked them both up and down and said “Yeah, I saw you on Mr. Rogers Neighborhood.” BAM! THROW DOWN! Yes, we did realize later that this revealed to them that we actually watched Mr. Rogers, but in the moment, it was awesome! They didn’t know how to respond and so they just walked away!
My sister stood up for me. My sister was proud to stand next to me and tell the world (okay well, just two neighborhood girls) that I was her sister and that she loved me and that she would defend me against anyone who messed with me! I went from feeling low and embarrassed to feeling like we could rule the world, or maybe just our street!
I want to encourage you all to love your family! They may not always be easy to love but they’re the only one you have and remember the more that you put into any relationship the more you’ll get out of it. Remember the grass isn’t always greener on the other side, it’s greener where you water it. Love the ones that God has given you!
To my sister, I say Happy Birthday, thank you for being in tune with Mr. Rogers and thank you for always standing up for me! I love you!