One of the most annoying things I could say on this Earth are siblings. You can’t live with them and sometimes you believe you could totally live without them. No matter if you’re the older, the younger or the middle child they get underneath your skin. They fight, punch, pull, shout, and run; half the time they run to tell the parents who did this and who did that.Now don’t get me wrong, siblings can be fun, cute, and kind… when they are sleeping. The older sibling sets the rules, the middle sibling is why there are rules, and the youngest basically agrees to a dictatorship before they’re even born.
No matter which sibling you are, you must deal with some of the same problems. I come from the perspective of being the eldest. Sometimes I imagine being a single child wouldn’t be that bad. Not having to worry about everything you or your younger siblings are doing. When they enter your life you instantly become a second parent, one that bickers and fight with said child. That being said, having siblings is something I wouldn’t trade for all the money in the world.
Being an older sibling is one of the most precious titles and or description to wear and one of the greatest gifts that our parents can give us. I will always be there for them. Whether they are crying, laughing, and angry. I will be here to pick on them, to challenge them when I know they can do better. I will be that “crazy fan” at games or events, not afraid to embarrass them or myself while cheering them on a little too loudly. I promise to never judge, no matter their decisions. I will be there to protect them from harm’s way. I cannot promise to solve all their problems but I can promise that they will not have to face them alone.
This is what it means to be a sibling
