When I was younger one of the things that I really wanted to be in life was a big sister. Seeing all of my friends around me with many siblings always made me wonder what life would be like if there was another kid in the house. It wasn’t until I was about 8 years old that my wish was fulfilled and my mom was having a baby. Not going to lie, initially I wanted my mom to have a girl because the thought of having someone to play house and dress up with seemed like it would be so much fun. But after many months and finding out that she was having a boy I was just excited to not be the only child anymore.
Maybe having a boy in the family meant that I would no longer have to be dragged to football and basketball games, and I would no longer have to get down and dirty outside playing catch and doing things out of my element being as though I was a “girly-girl”. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed being and playing outside for my own pleasure but it seemed as if my dad dragged me along to fill the void that having a son would give him. So I guess in the end it was a win-win situation. I was no longer the only child in the house, and my dad would have a son that he would do father-son things with. It has been a pleasure having my younger brother Ryan around. The joke in the family is that our lives wouldn’t be as interesting without him since he is indeed the life of the party. Even though we are almost a decade apart, I wouldn’t trade him for the world.
Having a younger sibling has taught me the following things:
- 1. Patience:
- 2. Fairness:
- 5. To Ignore :
It seems as if he is always trying to show me something. My brother Ryan is the type of kid that will keep talking or showing you something until you give him a verbal answer. A simple head nod will not cut it for him. If you do not answer him the first time he only gets louder and louder, so I eventually became good at ignoring him at times and tuning him out when necessary.
Thank you little brother for teaching me these life lessons!