To the outside world we all grow old. But not to brothers and sisters. 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.
My siblings are my life. We just have a few years age differences, but we are quite tight. It may seem that I am way older than them probably because of where I am at.
In my past posts, I have talked about just how close knit we are as a family. Whenever we are all home, you will find the three of us in one bedroom, each doing their own thing, but thriving in each other’s company.
This has however not always been the case. As we grow older of course the relationship has grown better. As kids, I at times wished I was born an only child. As the firstborn, many times a lot is expected from you, including ensuring your younger siblings do not get into trouble. If they do, then you are the one who gets the punishment. Every time this happened, I would go back to my siblings and tell them I wished they were never born. I know, I was mean I know. In my defense however, it was the pain speaking and not me 😉
There are times when our lastborn felt left out because well, we did not include her in some of the stuff my brother and I would do since she is the youngest.
Our relationship since our days as kids has drastically changed. We have grown to become closer than ever. There are codes we have that our parents are not even aware of lol;) We are all out of the house, all in different parts of the country. Even in distance, it has thrived.
I at times feel like a parent now. You know the parent you can always go to and tell or ask anything without fear of punishment or judgement? Yes, that kind of parent. My parents at times will just ask me to talk to either of my siblings, because well, many times when I reason with them over an issue my parents have unsuccessfully tried to, they will end up listening to me. I’m the third parent.
Every week, we talk to each other just to find out how each of us is doing and what plans we have. If there is one thing that makes me look forward to the holidays, it is to see my siblings. To catch up and laugh over silly things, help each other through decisions and simply spend time with each other.
We quarrel, we fight, we cry, but in the end, we laugh and love harder. We got each other’s back always. That’s the joy of it all.
Sibling relationships… outlast marriages, survive the death of parents, resurface after quarrels that would sink any friendship. They flourish in a thousand incarnations of closeness and distance, warmth, loyalty and distrust.