I have five younger brothers and sisters. Growing up, I complained about them constantly I never had any privacy, they were always in my stuff, why couldn’t they just go away?!
And really- they were all of those things. My brothers and sisters all deserve an award for master the ability to annoy me. They were great at it.
One time, Shaylin and Clint snuck into my mom and tried to find my box of love notes from my “boyfriend.” When I returned to my room, they hid under the bed and scared me. I was appalled by their lack of respect. Didn’t they know that I was fourteen, an adult, and had very private issues to discuss?
My sister Ashley- well, she was the biggest cry baby ever. She also very large ears and was super skinny. For some reason, we decided to call her a monkey. For years, the word was completely banned in our household. No one could say, “Hey, look at that monkey,” without her bursting into tears.
I could go on and on. Believe me, my parents deserve an award.
As I’ve gotten older, I’ve realized that my siblings are a very important reason I am who I am today. They made me more responsible, more understand, and much more patient then I would have been as an only sibling. I know how to share a bathroom, I realize that life isn’t always about me, and I know that I’ll always have someone to turn to.
Really, my siblings are the best gift that my parents ever gave to me.
To the outside world we all grow old. But not to brothers and sisters. We know each other as we always were. We know each other’s hearts. We share private family jokes. We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys. We live outside the touch of time. ~Clara Ortega
(Just remind me of that come Christmas, k?)
Do you have a good relationship with your siblings?