8 Universal Truths To Having Siblings

8 Universal Truths To Having Siblings

I wouldn't want anyone else to drive me crazy.

When you grow up with siblings, these are a few of the things you learn.

1. You argue over who gets the front seat.

This is an ever-present argument in my family. My younger sister and brother and I always argue who is going to get the front seat (even though I think it should be me, since I am 19 after all), because let’s face it, no one likes sitting in the back. It isn’t the punishment of sitting in the back so much as it is the satisfaction of being able to look at them and say “I got the front” while they’re sitting in the back plotting their revenge.

2. You debate who is your parent's favorite.

We debate this constantly. I’d like to think I’m everyone’s favorite since I’m the good child in the family.

I’m kidding. Sort of. The other two aren’t that bad. But these arguments get really intense really fast and before you know it we’re pointing out all of the reasons why we’re their favorite and my brother (who is the youngest at age 9) always ends his argument off with, “Well last is best!”

3. They're always there . . . to bring you toilet paper.

This is where they come in clutch. It’s happened to all of us: we’ve been in such a hurry to use the bathroom that we don’t think to check if there is any TP before we go. When you look down and see that there is no toilet paper, that’s when the panic sets in. And that’s what siblings are for. And a perk of today’s technological society, if I scream for them and they don’t hear me, I can always text them because they always have their phone on them.

4. Privacy doesn't exist.

Sometimes I want to sit on the porch and read or do my homework. I bet I get ten minutes of silence before my brother or sister come bouncing outside asking for one thing or another. Either my sister has left something and needs me to go pick it up, or my brother wants me to watch him play his video games. It’s not an inconvenience, really, but thirty minutes a day to read would be kind of nice.

5. They always want to run errands with you.

My sister is in my car as much as I am. It seems like everywhere I go she’s right there with me demanding the auxiliary cord or my phone charger. It doesn’t matter if I’m running to my grandma’s house, to the drugstore to pick up medicine, or to Bi-Lo to pick up drinks, she’s always right there with me.

6. They ask you to make them food.

This is usually my brother. My sister is 15 and can make food herself. But when it’s just us three at home, my brother always wants me to cook him food. More often than not it’s Roman noodles, because I make those the best and no one can argue with me about that. Maybe it’s a hotdog or pizza rolls with ketchup (yes, that’s a thing he does), but he always asks me to make him food and he’s always right there in the kitchen right under my feet.

7. No one can agree on what to watch on t.v.

None of us can ever agree on something to watch on t.v. My brother wants to watch Disney Channel or Nickelodeon, but I prefer ESPN or HGTV (or, at this date, Hallmark for their Christmas movies). Sure, we all have t.v.’s in our room, but we’d all much rather sit in the living room and debate what to watch until our parents take the remote and choose for us.

8. Sometimes you feel like an extra parent, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

I take my sister to school every day, I occasionally pick her up, sometimes I take her to softball and her tournaments, and that’s all okay with me. I want to be a teacher when I graduate college, and I think spending so much time working with them, whether it be homework or projects or whatever, will help me tremendously when I get into my own classroom. Sure, I don’t do all the things parents do, but I take them on “dates” and all around do a good bit for them. I think that comes with the territory when you’re an older sibling – it’s something you just do because you love them. And even though they’re a pain in the tail sometimes, I wouldn’t stop doing these things for the world. They’re brats, but they’re my brats.

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A Letter To My Go-To Aunt

Happiness is having the best aunt in the world.

I know I don't say it enough, so let me start off by saying thank you.

You'll never understand how incredibly blessed I am to have you in my life. You'll also never understand how special you are to me and how much I love you.

I can't thank you enough for countless days and nights at your house venting, and never being too busy when I need you. Thank you for the shopping days and always helping me find the best deals on the cutest clothes. For all the appointments I didn't want to go to by myself. Thank you for making two prom days and a graduation party days I could never forget. Thank you for being overprotective when it comes to the men in my life.

Most importantly, thank you for being my support system throughout the numerous highs and lows my life has brought me. Thank you for being honest even when it isn't what I want to hear. Thank you for always keeping my feet on the ground and keeping me sane when I feel like freaking out. Thank you for always supporting whatever dream I choose to chase that day. Thank you for being a second mom. Thank you for bringing me into your family and treating me like one of your own, for making me feel special because you do not have an obligation to spend time with me.

You've been my hero and role model from the time you came into my life. You don't know how to say no when family comes to you for help. You're understanding, kind, fun, full of life and you have the biggest heart. However, you're honest and strong and sometimes a little intimidating. No matter what will always have a special place in my heart.

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To The Older Sibling I Never Had, I Wish You Were Here To Guide Me

I know you don't exist, and I know you never will, but sometimes I catch myself imagining a life with you in it.


Even though years have passed since this horrific day, it still haunts my memory. Starting high school is a terrifying feeling and an insane transition when you don't have anyone to guide you through it. It was a mere 15-step walk to the door, and once I was inside my parents promised me there would be somebody there to help me find my classes, so why did I feel like I was being thrown straight into the gates of hell? I counted down the minutes until we pulled into the school parking lot and dreaded the sound of the car door opening and the anticipated start to the "best four years of my life."

As we were pulling up, I saw a girl who went to the same middle school as I following her older brother, who was a senior through the front doors as if it had been rehearsed at home. At this moment, I would have given my right foot to walk in her shoes right behind an older brother just this once. Eventually, with no place to hide, I just walked inside.

Unfortunately, this would not be the last of my longing for guidance from the older sibling I've never had.

I get it, I got a B in math. I get it, if I would have spent last Friday night studying instead of out with my friends it is possible that I could have gotten an A. But, what my parents seemed to not get was that life actually does go on even if you get a B on a report card. Time doesn't stop, your dreams don't diminish, and you are still viewed as a fairly competent person.

Luckily for my younger sisters, it seems my parents eventually did get it at the cost of my phone being taken away for three months and my social life ceasing to exist for the rest of that school year. As I spent every Friday night at home studying I longed, for just this once, to have an older sibling who was willing to take this hit for me.

Why did nobody tell me that it's actually more fun to go to school dances with friends than the boy you barely know who is just desperate for some conversation with the opposite sex?

I always wondered why that girl I went to middle school with never took a date to any of our formals or homecomings. Eventually, four homecomings and two proms later, I realized that this was because stumbling through the awkward introductions to family, tolerating the completely posed and overdone photos that would never actually be posted anywhere because you didn't talk outside of this forced interaction, and small talk over fruit punch and loud music was never actually necessary. Of course, I passed this message to my younger sisters and saved them the struggle of finding out for themselves.

Don't even get me started on being the first sibling to have to navigate applying to colleges.

I really could have used you then. I'm convinced there is nothing more difficult than trying to fill out a FAFSA or Common Application with absolutely no guidance or experience. Is my application essay long enough? Should I apply for early or regular admission? What if I don't get accepted anywhere? As selfish as it sounds, I would have given my other foot not to have to find these things out for myself.

I'd trade a lifetime worth of shotgun privileges to have you in my life to help me figure this stuff out.

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