Sunday, August 29, 2010
I am the oldest in my family and boy was it rough. I have two younger sisters and one younger brother. My little brother was born 2 years after me so we were the only two for awhile. We fought over everything including our parents attention. He was my mom's favorite therefore he had to bare the brunt of my jealousy. I bossed him and loved him. I terrorized him and laughed with him. I picked on him and he picked on me. We played together and fought with one another. Even though he would make me downright angry quite often, I would never let anybody else pick on him. They would have to get through me first. Into adulthood we grew steadily apart but I would never trade growing up with a little brother for anything in this world!
Friday, August 13, 2010
I used to wish that I was an only child from time to time as I was growing up. (What child with siblings didn't!) I would not have had to share my toys, or the ice cream, or the television. All of the fights and hair pulling that could have been avoided. Our furry cat and cute little dog would have been mine alone. But growing older I realized that I was really fortunate to have brothers and sisters in my life. Otherwise I would have missed out on a lot of laughter, companionship, and midnight stories. Growing up would have been pretty boring without them. Being an only child can have its advantages, but I am glad that I was not one!