1. “I didn’t even hit you that hard!”, “Shh, I’m sorry, don’t tell mom, okay?” Or my personal favorite, “Here, you can hit me!”
2. Just slapping your sibling because they’re there
3. Hating someone with a passion yet deep down you are still willing to drop everything for them.
4. I once got asked “What’s it like having a sister?” right in front of my sister and I said “Imagine the person you hate most in the world. Now imagine being obligated to love them.”
She didn’t disagree.
5. How one moment you hate them with every inch of your being and the next carrying on like nothing happened.
6. Oldest gets Mario, yongest gets Luigi.
7. When me and my brother were kids everything had to be equally shared. Especially food.
To the point where we put the glasses side by side to get exact the same amount of juice for each one. I recall one time we counted the amount of Pringles chips and split in two equally amounts. The crumbles and broken chips went to parents of course.
8. Having someone say to you, “Don’t tell Mom”. This is called leverage, and makes for hilarious stories at family dinners years later.
9. How fun it is to have shared secret memories from your parents. My Mom still has no idea the crack in our family portrait came from an impromptu game of airsoft in the house.
10. The gradual sad feeling of not having them around as much.
If you’re a youngest child like me, then your older siblings have been there for you since birth. All throughout your childhood, you will always have someone to play with and talk to when you’re bored or lonely. As much as they tease and fight with you, they will still have your back in the toughest situations.
However, things change when you all inevitably get older. There is less time to play, as well as more stress with things like school and work. Before you know it, they’ll be moving out, and you’ll come to a sad realization when you set foot into their vacant rooms.
11. Years of rocky shit. Beatings. Relentless teasing. I still have a black spot on my leg from where he stabbed me with a pencil.
Then everything changes.
Years of mentoring. Advice. Support. I still have friends that were his friends.
Then he goes away.
Years of mutual admiration from afar. Pride in the other’s accomplishments. Big hugs at holidays. He was the most beloved teacher. He was the best uncle my children could have had.
Then he commits suicide.
Years of his paintings as the wallpaper on my computer; my phone. Memories of him bringing me to tears and launching a smile at the same time. Not quite sure how to answer when people ask, “Do you have any brothers or sisters?”
12. When your parents treat you and get a whole gallon of choclate milk and then you and your sibling just drink the whole thing in one sitting because I will be DAMNED if they get an extra glass more than me.
13. The instant, debilitating fear when a sibling opens up some sort of toy sword or light saber, or any other type of play weapon.
14. My sister and I have reached crazy levels of nonverbal communication with each other.
The combination of our similar genes with having spent 15 years in the same house has given us near-psychic abilities. We’ll see something happening and we have an entire conversation in a split-second about what just happened without saying anything at all. We’ll be cracking up throughout this process, and it’s the most uncontrollable laughter I’ve ever experienced. And we can never even come close to explaining to anyone else what’s so funny, it just is hilarious and we’ll have no logical explanation for it. it just is.