365 Day Blog Post Challenge 2019
419. Do you wish you had more sisters or brothers, and why?
I am pretty happy with just having one brother. There were times throughout my life that I would briefly wish that I had a sister, but for the most part, having it just be my brother and I made it nice growing up.
My brother and I were born only 14 months apart, so when we were young, it was nice having someone so close to my own age to play with. I was the youngest, so I would follow him around and try and do everything he did. As we grew older, it was nice having an older brother because he had friends that would come hang out at the house. Being I was rather boy crazy as a young girl, that was always nice. Having just one sibling also meant that things were always an even number at our house. Four of us meant that when we were at amusement parks, no one had to ride on rides alone! According to my parents, this was an important factor to consider when deciding how many children to have. Gotta love their rationalization. Just one of the many reasons I love them so much. 🙂 Being serious though, it was nice in the fact that having just the two of us meant that there was never anyone being left out. We all know how kids can be. Sometimes just downright mean. It always seems like when you have more then just two in a group, there will always be one person that ends up being picked on while the others join together. This wasn’t an option for me and my brother, since it was just the two of us.
I never wished seriously for more siblings. Like I said, every once in a while when I would hear people talking about their sisters (especially if they were close), I would wish I had a sister. My brother was great, but it’s not like we could hang out and talk about boys or do each others hair. Even so, it was never something I thought about earnestly. Just a fleeting thought here and there. We had all sorts of cousins that we spent a good deal of time with when we were growing up, so it was not as if we were lacking being around others our age. One of my cousins is only 6 months older than me and her and I were always (and still are) very close. We spent a lot of time together as kids, went through school together (sometimes having the same classes), we were in each others weddings and I am the godmother to her first born son. I would say that she is probably as close to a sister as I could get, so I never really had to feel like I was missing out on a lot.
Overall, I think the family I have is perfect. I wouldn’t change a thing.