My siblings . . .
To the outside world we all grow old. But not to brothers and sisters. We know each other as we always were. 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. ~Clara Ortega
These are my siblings. And, thanks to my mother, we’re all stair-stepped in age. We’re two years apart from each other so there is only six years separating the youngest from the oldest.
Sibling relationships – and 80 percent of Americans have at least one – 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. ~Erica E. Goode, “The Secret World of Siblings,” U.S. News & World Report, 10 January 1994
And even though we only get together as a full group (as in all four at once) a few times a year, things really haven’t changed so much from when we were much younger. We laugh at each other and with each other and basically, just enjoy being together. Thankfully though, we have matured (only somewhat) so there’s not a lot of pushing, hitting, shoving, and what not.
Siblings-the definition that comprises love, strife, competition and forever friends. ~Byron Pulsifer
This history one shares with their siblings was brought home even more so tonight when I’m talking with my minions about the whole concept of “Nature vs. Nurture.” My kids were comparing themselves and how they are totally different from each other. The same could be said about my siblings and myself.
I think I’m funny because my family, my siblings were funny. ~Martin Short
But thankfully, differences aside, I can honestly say I like my siblings. I just hope and hope that my kids grow into this kind of a relationship.
