Being an only child would be awesome. Unlimited gifts and love from everyone. No chores, but still allowance. No siblings nagging you to get out of the bathroom or hand over the ketchup. You wouldn’t have to worry about someone taking up all of the hot water in the shower. Wink, wink, David.
I’ve got two brothers whom I love very much and would do anything for, but I just really don’t like them sometimes. I know it sounds weird to say you love someone and would even give your life for them, but you don’t like them. To anyone with a brother or sister, it makes complete sense. Some days you just can’t stand to be around them for one more second. They steal your money, eat the last cupcake and are always getting you in trouble for something you didn’t do. Being the only girl in the family makes matters worse. Honestly, writing it out makes me wonder how I even put up with it.
My older brother, David, has always been there for me, and I appreciate him for that. However, his “man cave,” as he calls our downstairs, is always a pigsty. He thinks it’s only his living space, but some of us would like to invite friends over and have someplace to go that doesn’t look like a bomb exploded. The downstairs bathroom is disgusting, and I’m not really sure anymore if his room has carpet or hardwood because I haven’t seen it in so long. Frankly, it’s just embarrassing to let anyone outside the family go down there.
My younger brother Steven is a cute and innocent 13 year-old. He’s only in junior high so he’s going through puberty, also known as the awkward stage in life. By now, David and I have learned to stay away from him when he is around his junior high friends because either we just “embarrass him” or he’s just flat out rude. I don’t know why we would be embarrassing. We’re in high school, so those kids should look up to us.
Although I have many complaints that I will have to talk to God about later, I wouldn’t trade my brothers for anything. They have always been there for me when I have needed them, and I can’t imagine being who I am today without them.