Brother, Sister, Friend
Saturday, June 23rd, 2012
I grew up with a younger brother and sister who were alternately fun to play with and a total pain to deal with, as it often goes with siblings. But once we were older, we found true friendship in one another. I saw the same play out with my mother and her sisters and my cousins and their siblings. As we grew up, it became clearer that these people that you’ve grown up with, shared a home and a life with, are the people that help define who you are. When it came time to begin my own family, I knew what I wanted for my children – the same blend of annoying and amazing that I had in my own siblings.
The birth of my first left me reeling in so many ways, adjusting to being a mother and the responsibilities that come with that title. But there was never a hesitation about doing it all again. I knew that our family was still going to grow. Trying for another child brought us surprise – and the realization that you really can’t plan these things – when we found out we were expecting twins. It has been quite the ride, with a combination of elation and terror that no roller coaster can hope to duplicate. And once we became a family of five, I was able to learn just how precious that relationship is between siblings. The give and take of adoration and frustration that sharing not just your toys, but your life with another entails is fascinating to watch as it develops.
I know that families come in all shapes and sizes, and I wouldn’t dare to suggest that a house full of children is the right choice for everyone. But it is the right choice for my family. Whether it is the way my kids can willingly share with one another or the way they fight fiercely over just about anything, watching them grow up – together – is an experience I wouldn’t trade for anything.
Tell me about your family. Do you feel the same way about siblings?