Being the Older Sibling

Yep, it's time for a sappy post. So just warning you right now that it's a POSSIBILITY that you might cry. Also, I apologize for the lack of timely posts. I would like to point out that I am super busy with school, work, and other stuff. Also, I am just extremely lazy. So anywayz.....

I want to talk about why I am grateful that I have a younger sibling and also, why I am glad to be the older sibling. I am in no way bashing anyone who does not have any siblings or is not the oldest sibling. I mean, you're just as awesome a person with or without these things, but I, as an example, am quite grateful for my little brother and since it was his birthday recently, I have created this post.

So, first off, I know for a fact that my mother was extremely grateful when Darren was born because this meant that I now had a play toy that did not involve her 24/7. I mean, I was a needy child. What can I say? Still, don't feel like things have changed from that. BUT! The fact that Darren and I are not very far apart in age probably helps. We practically grew up doing the same stuff and having the same friends, but this doesn't mean that we didn't fight like the typical siblings we were. Oh yeah! We definitely tried to kill each other sometimes, but it's funny because at the end of the day we were still best friends and I would still have done anything for him.

Second, moving on from the realization that when Darren was born I would always have a best friend. Let's talk about responsibility. Now, for you guys that do have younger siblings you can probably relate, but when Darren was born it was suddenly like I wasn't responsible for myself anymore. It's like you always take on the job as the second parent and I remember telling him what to do and doing stuff for him even when I was a young child. I always watched out for him first then me second.

Taking on this responsibility makes you do what you're supposed to a lot of the time. I mean, I really turned into the perfect child because I did not want to influence my brother to do anything bad at all. I literally became the best role model I could. I didn't have a curfew, but I went to bed at a decent time so that  I could make sure we were both up and ready for school the next day. I did my homework without being told to because I wanted to make good grades and I wanted my brother to think I was smart. I didn't hang out with the wrong crowd of people because Darren might have to be exposed to them at some point. I was constantly watching what I was doing just because I didn't want him to suffer.

It's funny to think about it now that we're both adults, but I catch myself still doing these little things and still watching out for him. So, to wrap up, I am grateful to be called his sister and I wouldn't trade any of these years to be anything else.

So that's my short sappy post for the year hopefully. I hope you guys have a great Sunday :D.