We were chatting last night about sibling relationships and how unpredictable they are. We have probably had as many people tell us that 11 years apart (between LilZ and NikkiZ) is DREADFUL as we have told us it’s WONDERFUL. I don’t think there is any gender/age difference pattern between siblings that can predict how they’ll get along with 100% accuracy.
The only sibling I have is my brother. I am 2 1/2 years older than him and we got along GREAT growing up. I was always proud of him and wanted to show him off. I didn’t care if he hung out with my friends and I and we actually hung out together many times. I blame it on the circumstances we grew up in. First? Our parents were divorced. When you spend every other weekend changing houses, it makes things a lot more tolerable if you get along, because then no matter WHERE you are, there is someone to play with. Also? We were two catholic school kids (uniform and all) that went to a southern baptist daycare. We kinda stuck out a little bit and sometimes didn’t really have anyone to play with, so we would hang out together. And finally? My Dad’s house (where we were raised) wasn’t in your typical, “Kids on every block” kind of street, so we played with each other during afternoons and summers. Water fights with shampoo bottles and basketball games on the patio. We got along great.
(Don’t get me wrong, we had several of those “try to kill each other” incidents, but for the most part? We really liked each other)
But as adults? We love each other, respect each other, and admire each other, but we are about as different as two people can be. We have grown into very different adults with very different lives. He’s a TRIATHELETE for chrissakes. He’s training for an Ironman for FUN. Can you see the differences already? He has also been very mature about his money, his career and his relationships. I’ve had my impetuous moments with all three. He finds himself keeping in touch with his religious upbringing whereas I’m making payments on my fireside condo in hell (kidding! kinda.) And of course, there is always the difference that I’m ridiculously good looking and he’s a fat troll.
(Sorry, old sibling habits die hard. My first Christmas home from college he hung a sign up that said “Welcome Home Fat Girl.”)
It all boils down to my life being 100% better with the presence of my brother. No matter how we got along as kids, or as adults, I could not fathom what my life would have been like without him in it. I am thrilled that LilZ will be able to have the same gift in his life, whether he sees it now, or 10 years from now, I know he’ll see it eventually. He’s wanted a little brother or sister since he was in Kindergarten and I think I’m more excited about HIM holding his SISTER for the first time, than me holding my daughter.
Lets just hope they dont ever chase each other through the house with kitchen knives like my brother and I tended to do. It can create for messy afternoons.