My parents divorced when I was 9 months old. My mother had two more children in another marriage and as of “today“, I am still the only child to my father. He’s going to be 71 this year so let’s hope I won’t be gaining anymore siblings via him…he’s not fixed to my knowledge and still dates girls who are the same age as me. I’m 40 something. But my years of being his only child have set in and let’s face it…I don’t need siblings who are younger then my children…awkward!
When I was 7 my mother had a baby. It was a boy and I remember being thrilled to be a “big sister“. It was like having a real life doll to play with and I played the roll of “big sister” very well. I lived with my father at the time so would only get to see him when I was on a visit with my mom but I loved every minute with my little brother.
A couple years later my sister came along. And as the same with my brother I stepped right into the “big sister” roll once again. I showered her with anything girly. I remember always doing her hair and taking pictures of her and my brother that would later become part of a very important scrap book.
When I was 14 I decided that I wanted to live with my mother. Mostly in part because I was lonely being an only child living with my dad but raised with my grandparents. When I went for visits at my mom’s I enjoyed being around my siblings. It was like having a friend to play with all the time regardless the age difference between us… at the time.
The age difference became a problem once I reached high school…
Like every young girl surviving her way through high school, I was no different. I often wanted to hang out with my friends rather then be at home with my family. I remember always wanting to hang out after school but instead I had to come home and look after my siblings. The same siblings that used to remind me daily that I wasn’t the boss of them nor was I their real sister. It was such a joy. **sarcastic eye roll** They tattled on me for everything! And if I had friends over my brother instantly turned into a little
asshole crazy lunatic. He would take off all his clothes and proceed to run naked through the house in front of my friends. One day, while he was in the midst of doing this, I decided to lock him outside. We lived on a busy street corner and it was late afternoon when the traffic past our house became very engaged. I remember him screaming that he was going to tell on me, therefore I left him outside even longer because I figured if I was going to get in trouble then I mind as well make it worth it.
For years we all tormented each other, as I am sure most siblings do, but I believe our affliction had a lot to do with the age difference between us. I couldn’t relate to them nor vice versa. As we turned into adults we all changed of course and a “sibling friendship” blossomed. We all live in different places so only get to see each other once or twice a year usually on our annual family vacation. We all lead busy lives and are horrible at keeping in touch so thank goodness for social media. I think that because of my experience with my siblings I wanted my children to be very close in age…and boy did my wishes get granted….and then some.