Why Having Brothers Who Are 10+ Years Older Is A 10/10

Why Having Brothers Who Are 10+ Years Older Is A 10/10

In our family, there is no such thing as “step-brother” or “step-sister.” We are brothers and sisters, we are family.

Having older brothers is truly the best thing I ever could’ve asked for.

Most kids are close in age to their siblings. What is different about my family is that my brothers are older than my sister and I by at least 10 years. Even though we aren’t close in age, it doesn’t change our relationship.

Luckily, I don’t just have one older brother. I have three.

Growing up with my older brothers has always been something I’ve been thankful for. Having them to grow up with definitely made my childhood more entertaining. There has been so many memories we have made. No matter how old I am, I will always remember them. Each one of my brothers has influenced my life and helped make me into the person I am today.

My brothers all have contributed to my life in different ways, and I am so thankful for them. They are all so amazing and successful and I’m lucky to have them to look up to.

My brother Trip has shown me many things. When I think of Trip, I think of a hard-working, dedicated businessman. As a teenager, he started his own business and has continued to succeed as he got older, now owning multiple businesses and real estate.

Something he has taught me is “work hard, play hard." He has always been a very hard-working man. You can tell when you meet him. He works hard for what he has and because of that, he is able to have the cool things that makes him the adventurous one. Something I have always wanted to do was go jet skiing; my brother Trip made that happen. Going jet skiing with my brother will be something I will always remember and I always smile when I look back at that memory with him. Being with him is always a fun time, and I know that if I want to have fun, I can definitely go spend time with my brother Trip.

Not only is he someone I can have fun with, but he is also a great role model for me. He has shown me that I can do anything I put my mind to and that I should never give up, hard work does pay off. He has always been there for me, and I couldn’t be more grateful for him. Trip, thank you for showing me that I should work hard and to never give up on my goals. I will always be thankful for you and the things you have taught me.

My brother Chad has also been a great role model for me. When I think of Chad, I think of a loving, family man. What I have learned from Chad is that family is the most important thing in life. I have always followed that, and I agree that family is extremely important. I will never forget some of the memories me and him have shared.

Chad and I used to go to dinner every week at our favorite Italian food restaurant, and it was always something I looked forward to. Chad has been someone I have looked up to. I definitely do take after Chad when it comes to being loving, caring, and also sensitive, which isn’t a bad thing! He also is extremely hard working and has taught me to never give up for what I want. I know he is always there if I need him and supports me in whatever I do. He truly is an amazing person and has shown me that family is so important. Chad, thank you for being a loving and supporting brother and showing me what is most important in life. I will always be grateful for you and what you have taught me.

My brother Brett has also been someone I’m glad I have to look up to. Ever since the day I was born, my family has always said I am so much like my brother Brett. He and I have so much in common and it’s great that we have each other. I know if I want another piercing or I want my first tattoo, he’s the one I go to. Brett is so fun to be with. I know whenever I am down and need someone to pick me back up, I can always call him and he will somehow manage to turn my frown upside down.

Brett is a marine, like my dad, so he has learned to never give up and he knows that no matter how hard things can get, you are strong enough to get through it. He has taught me the things that he has learned in his life, and is always there for great advice. He always assures me that I can get through the tough times, and has shown me that I AM strong enough to get through any challenges that might come my way. He has shown me that I can do anything I put my mind to. Brett, thank you for always being such an amazing brother and friend. I can’t thank you enough for all you have done for me.

Each one of my brothers has influenced my life in a positive way. They have all shown me how to work hard, love their family and to be a great person.

In our family, there is no such thing as “step-brother” or “step-sister." We are brothers and sisters, we are family. I appreciate everything my brothers have done for me and the things they have shown me as I have grown up. I am fortunate enough to have 3 supportive brothers!

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The Thank You My Dad Deserves

While our moms are always the heroes, our dads deserve some credit, too.

Dear Dad,

You’ve gone a really long time without being thanked. I'm not talking about thanks for things like opening the Gatorade bottle I couldn't or checking my tires when my car’s maintenance light is flashing, but rather the thanks I owe you for shaping me into the person I am today.

Thank you for teaching me what I deserve and for not letting me settle for anything less.

While the whole world was telling me I wasn’t good enough, you were there to tell me I was. Whether this was with boys, a friend, or anything else, you always built my confidence to a place I couldn’t build it to on my own. You showed me what my great qualities were and helped me feel unique. But most of all, you never let me settle for anything less than what I deserved, even when I wanted to. Without you, I wouldn’t be nearly as ambitious, outgoing or strong.

Thank you for giving me someone to make proud.

It’s hard to work hard when it’s just for myself, but so easy when it’s for you. All through school, nothing made me happier than getting a good grade back because I knew I got to come home and tell you. With everything I do, you give me a purpose.

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Thank you for showing me what selflessness looks like.

You are the prime example of what putting your family first looks like. If me wanting something means that you can’t get what you want, you’ll always sacrifice. From wearing the same t-shirts you’ve had since I was in elementary school so I could buy the new clothes I wanted, to not going out with your friends so you could come to my shows, you never made a decision without your family at the forefront of your mind. If there is one quality you have that I look up to you for the most, it’s your ability to completely put your needs aside and focus entirely on the wants of others.

Thank you for being the voice in the back of my head that shows me wrong from right.

Even though many of your dad-isms like “always wear a seatbelt” easily get old, whenever I’m in a situation and can’t decide if what I’m doing is right or wrong, I always can hear you in the back of my head pointing me in the right direction. While I may not boost your ego often enough by telling you you’re always right, you are.

Thank you for being real with me when nobody else will.

Being your child hasn’t always been full of happiness and encouragement, but that’s what makes you such an integral part of my life. Rather than sugarcoating things and always telling me I was the perfect child, you called me out when I was wrong. But what separates you from other dads is that instead of just knocking me down, you helped me improve. You helped me figure out my faults and stood by me every step of the way as I worked to fix them.

Most of all, thank you for showing me what a great man looks like.

I know that marriage may seem very far down the road, but I just want you to know that whoever the guy I marry is, I know he’ll be right because I have an amazing guy to compare him to. I know you’re not perfect (nobody is), but you’ve raised me in a such a way that I couldn’t imagine my kids being raised any differently. Finding a guy with your heart, drive, and generosity will be tough, but I know it will be worth it.

Dad, you’re more than just my parent, but my best friend. You’re there for me like nobody else is and I couldn’t imagine being where I am now without you.

Love you forever,

Your little girl

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Fiction On Odyssey: Until The End

It's nice to have a peaceful day, but nothing is peaceful when you're with your best friend.


I walk cheerfully throughout the house, humming Beethoven's fifth symphony. It's not every day where I can have a good day. With school, job, volunteer work and other stuff, it's hard to find a day where I can relax. As I enter the kitchen, I notice Michael leaning against the counter drinking orange juice.

"Well, I see you let yourself into the house," I state as I walk towards the cabinet to get a glass. I fill it up to the brink and take large gulps.

"That's what happens when you give me your house key," He says, smiling sweetly.

"I gave it to you for emergencies!" I say with fake anger.

"I was thirsty!" Michael exclaimed back.

"Being thirsty is not an emergency."

"It is if food is your life!"

"You're unbearable."

"I know."

We both look at each other and burst out laughing. Michael is leaning against the chair trying not to fall but failed miserably. Now, he is rolling on the floor, laughing so hard, no noise is even coming out. I'm leaning on the counter, trying to breathe but failing miserably.

We finally calm down, try to start breathing properly and wipe tears from our eyes. I turn my head and see my older brother staring at us as if we were going insane before telling us,

"I wanted some peace, so I thought to myself why not go home, but then I remembered that you live in it too."

Michael sticks his tongue out at him, and he sticks his back out before going upstairs to his room. We both sigh and sit down on the couch in the living room and stare at the TV. Usually, we would find something stupid to do, but we just sat there. Michael's head leaned against my shoulder, which looks like he is hunched over due to the fact that he is taller than me. I sat there continuing to hum Beethoven's fifth symphony when I heard the front door knob jiggle.

Michael lifts his head and turns to see who's going to come in. The front door view was blocked by a wall, so we couldn't see who would come in from our vantage point. We both have our heads peeking from the top of the couch, watching silently to see who comes in.

"I hope it's the FBI!"

He turns to stare at me with an incredulous look, saying, "Are you insane? Did you do something to draw the attention of them?"

I look at him from the corner of my eyes and whisper to him, "I've never seen anyone kick a door in before. It's so exciting! And no, I didn't do anything."

"Knowing you, I bet you did," Michael whispers back.

"Shut up or they'll know we're home."

We continue to stare until the door opens. We both hold out breaths and lower our heads in an attempt to hide.

"The door wasn't broken, so we can rule out the FBI," Michael states. I roll my eyes at him and stare to see whoever walks through the door.

"Kids, I'm home!"

My eyes widen. She's home early. She must have had a quiet day today at work.

"Hi, mom!" I hear my brother yell from upstairs. My mom chuckles and looks towards us with a questioning look in her eyes, to which Michael replies with while pointing his finger at me,

"She thought you were the FBI." I shoot Michael a glare. My mom laughs at this and whispers to herself as she walks upstairs to get cleaned us, "What am I going to do with you kids."

We sat there on the couch, the house quiet minus the yelling from my brother who is probably playing Fortnite.

"You ever wonder about the future?" Michael asks me with a thoughtful expression.

"I do, sometimes," I reply back.

"You ever notice how we are told to follow our dreams and work hard, but in the end, it doesn't matter? People just say that, but don't mean it, because it's all about money to them."

"Ya. Why can't we make money doing what we love? It might not be a lot, but at least every day won't be dreadful," I reply back softly.

"Well, I say screw all of them. It's going to be a long and painful journey, but we have to hope that in the end, it will all be worth it, plus I've got you to drag me out of trouble."

"I couldn't agree with you more," I replied, smiling at him, wondering where I found an amazing friend.

"I help up my pinky finger to her, smile, and say, "Until the end?"

He looks and me, smiles, and hooks his pinky around mine and says to me, "Until the end."

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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