Some 65 years ago I became a big sister. Before that I was an only child and I think I probably preferred that, but the brother came along with or without my consent. Being a big sister was never a role I cherished. I can't really remember playing with my brother. I remember him breaking my toys. I bet he remembers me being bossy. Because I was.
I hope that parents today do a better job of orienting siblings toward each other. I don't remember being encouraged to play with my siblings. Or even to get to know them. That was growing up in the Baby Boomer years. A lot of kids and not much psychology.
But, years after my childhood I have come to appreciate this brother born 65 years ago. He has his problems, but he is my little brother. We shared a childhood and memories. We have a perspective or point of reference that is not the same, but understands the other.
This brother and I differ in so many ways. But, I can't imagine life without him. Happy Birthday, Little Bro. I hope that you have a great one.
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