The connections we make with our siblings are the very first types of relationships we learn to make at a young age. I grew up in a family of five. Though I am one of three siblings. I am the one that is the middle. I have an older brother and a younger sister. My brother and I are about 18 months apart. We are closer now in our adult ages than we ever were when we were younger. He tormented me, pushed me out of trees, punched me in the arm as we passed each other in the hallway. But nonetheless, I love him dearly. Now that we are both older, and married, and starting families of our own, our sibling relationship has grown and we see eye to eye. Though he still tries to throw me in the pool, every time we are at Mom's and Dad's for a BBQ.
Being guilty of falling into the trap that is judgement is inevitable; eventually a thought will cross our minds that make us ashamed and guilty. Parents try to raise their children not to judge a book by its covers because you don't know what is inside, but it happens and we become guilty. Living with two little boys who struggle every day has taught me that judgement is everywhere and no amount of mental preparation will ever be enough to manage all the stares and questions tossed around. I often think of how tired I am of explaining the issues and difficulties these young boys face to absolutely everyone; it breaks my heart even more when I see them struggle to understand that they aren't the same as other children. One day I'd simply like to say, "hey, these are my brothers and they are pretty awesome."
The Belief in Warm Hands.
When I was a little girl, I thought having four older (half) sisters was the coolest fact about me, especially when they lived in a different state than I did. I would dream about hanging out with them, being one of them, and sharing secrets. Over the years as I grew in knowledge of the real world, it became painfully clear to me that my dreams were simply my hopes manifest and would rarely cross over into reality. To be fair, I can't blame my sisters entirely; I was a pain in the butt as a child. On the rare occasions I did see them, I would chase after them to tell them to stop smoking because it would kill them. I didn't know how to say, "dad won't let me hang out with you when you smoke," so it came out as me being a little priss.
She looks like she 20, acts likes she's 55 but is actually turning 16. Who is she? Oh, that's sister Dani. Today is a wonderful, glorious day because it marks the day our wonderful parents brought you into this world to;
"Does it have down syndrome?" Some people are so negative that they can even manage to turn upside down a smile brought on by the birth of one's own children. First off, my little girl is not an "it"! Her name is Yasmine. Stop asking me all things you should never ask a postpartum mom! And, second, get out of the nursery because your bad vibes are making her fussy. Bring Nadia back in here because the baby already loves her! That's one of the signs your sister-in-law is going to be an amazing aunt: her mere presence pacifies your child. Here's ten more:
I reflect constantly on my upbringing and the events that shape me to be who I am today. As of today, my brother is seventeen-years-old and was left in Guatemala with a family friend of my mother; against his will and on the last day of the forced winter vacation he took with my mother and sister. My sister lives alone with my mother, but would rather live with her father because my mother spends little to no time with her. My sister is fourteen years old and the last one of my siblings. I am twenty two years old with a bachelor’s degree in psychology received by the University of California, Riverside last year. I no longer live in the apartment on Valencia Street in San Francisco and honestly, it was difficult to move back again. The last time I left was due to my mother’s insults and her inability to understand the consequences of her actions on my sibling’s future. Traveling to your parent’s home country should be fun and an escape to be children, but for my siblings, it was not the case. They had no idea they were leaving and always asked me when they would return, worried they would miss school. And miss school they did. I am getting a little bit sidetracked, but it is because there is a whole story with many chapters of negativity and many more with moments of sunshine. Today I pray to one day soon be reunited with both my siblings and show we are capable of more light and love than the woman who raised us. This is our story, from what I experienced and from what I was told many times, which I will never forget.
Big sister to a brother and big cousin to numerous cousins, I have officially figured out all the pros and cons of being the oldest child in the family. There are moments of sweet glory, and there are moments of annoyance. I love being able to have some authority over them (haha), but get so incredibly angry when I see my younger brother specifically get away with things that I never would have been able to get away with.
Sisters are sometimes your enemy. But at the end of day, they are your best friends. I have two younger teenage sisters and there are two of my best friends that I consider my sisters. Let me tell you about the sisters in my life right now.
Jacob never truly suffered until one Christmas Eve.
The photograph, which is about five years old, sits in the front pocket of my purse. It is a school picture of a little boy, smiling at the camera with a cheeky grin. You can't help but melt at the sight.