I’m filling in with a post for the blog today, and in an attempt to put myself in the path of a few passing ideas, I hit the internet. And what should I find but that yesterday was Siblings Day. It’s an American holiday, but have a feeling I’ll be appropriating it on an ongoing basis. All good things should be shared, after all!
So I’m writing today in praise of siblings. I have one of each, a brother and a sister. I can’t think of many other people that I’ve fought with so often, or defended so implacably. Who have forgiven so much in me, and supported me beyond the point where any rational person would have given up on me. And we’ve done all of that since I was knee-high to a grasshopper. Not many people know me so well, and there’s no-one who’s known me for so long.
Maybe the fact that I’m a ‘middle child’ has moulded my personality – lots of people say that it does, although I’m a strong believer in the idea that you are whatever you make of yourself. All I can say is, that I’d be a very different person without my brother and sister.
And – of course, it’s not just the people that we share parents with. Calling someone a ‘brother’ or a ‘sister’ is a way of saying that they’ve been with us through thick and thin. We all have brothers and sisters – even the only children amongst us.
So – are there little things that your brothers or sisters do for you, which no-one else does? My sister called me her ‘skin and blister’ when I was a baby, and continued to do so when we grew up. My brother makes me chocolate cake, because he knows how much I like it.
Do you celebrate Siblings Day? I didn’t this year, because it’s a new one on me, but there’s always next year…