I am the oldest of three girls. Growing up with two younger sisters was mostly a lot of fun, but at times was challenging. My sisters and I learned a lot from each other when we were younger. As children, we became wiser because of what we taught one another.
My middle sister and I enjoyed playing catch together. Our baby sister always wanted in on the game, but we didn’t want her to play. Baby sister didn’t quite have the hand-eye coordination that we had, so she wasn’t very good at catching. Our mother made my middle sister and I include her in our games, and so we adapted how we played.
Being inclusive of others who are different or may not have the same abilities that we do is basic human compassion. Everyone, even only children, eventually learns this lesson. However, those with siblings learn it at a very early age.
“Oh no, we broke the lamp! You distract Mom; I’ll clean up the mess.” Sure, we used teamwork to cover up things we’d done. We also worked together to clean our shared room, or get Mom and Dad to let us bring home a puppy.
As kids, teamwork was a useful skill to have when participating in sports or group projects at school. I still utilize teamwork today as an adult in my job.
Three closets are better than one. My sisters and I shared clothes, toys, books, and pretty much everything we owned.
Because I learned to share early on in life, I don’t mind sharing resources with others. I especially believe in sharing what I have with those less fortunate.
We’re Different…and That’s OK
Our names all begin with “H.” We all have blonde hair and blue eyes. That’s where our similarities end. My middle sister is very sporty; almost tomboy-like. My youngest sister is extremely gifted at art. I am what you might call “book smart.” We couldn’t be more different.
As a child, I knew from being with my sisters that not everyone was the same as I. I came to realize that beauty lies in our differences. We should love everyone regardless of who or what they are.
When my sisters were annoying me growing up I never would’ve believed that they would become my best friends. Growing up in the same house though, we learned how to have a friend and be a friend. We didn’t realize it then, but it’s so obvious now.
Only children have to learn friendship at school, and they miss out on the built-in best friendship that is having a sibling. We are best friends: cradle to grave.
I couldn’t have imagined as a little kid that the squalling little poop machines that my parents brought home from the hospital would teach me so much.