Siblings – I can take them or leave them. Right now, I want to take one (J), thump her on the head and drop her back – preferably on that recently-thumped head. The other one (T) isn’t in my bad books at the moment, but knowing him, it won’t last long. And the fact that I am the youngest is definitely not helping me any.
So, despite the tiffs and witty repartee that are exchanged on an almost-daily basis, why do I love them to bits?
Maybe it’s because we keep each other grounded. Got a new promotion and feel like the world obviously owed you that – your sibling will, through the course of a few pithy comments, reduce you to a weak reflection of your earlier self. Did better in an exam than your siblings did the previous year – it’s because of the notes they gave you and not your own awesomeness. Get together as a family and you fear that one of them will bring to light some old gaffe that you hadn’t mentioned to your spouse.
Or maybe I love them because we have each other’s backs – we keep each other’s secrets, provide support when faced with a difficult decision, give encouragement when necessary, suggest ideas for gifts to parents and spouses, endure each other’s quirks, and a million other things.
Okay, maybe remembering why I love her is not the best way to prepare myself for thumping J. Oh, well, it’s going to be a ‘loving’ thump then. And as for T, well, what sort of a brother would he be if he let J bear an imaginary injury all on her lonesome self. So, just to help him stay on top of his ‘brotherly’ responsibilities, he’ll be gifted with a well-aimed thump on the head as well.
Ah! All the stuff I have to do to help out my siblings. 🙂
*Disclaimer: None of the people mentioned here have now or ever been bodily harmed by this blogger. Fictional injuries do not count in the physical realm. 🙂