It kind of sucks being the oldest child. The oldest of four,
to be exact. You'd think that it'd be awesome to boss the kids around, tell 'em
what to do, take charge. But, no. I actually get in trouble for a lot of
things, especially when I try to discipline my younger siblings when they're
beating each other with plastic toys and various other items. "You're not
their parent so you shouldn't be the one disciplining them," so my mother
says. It's kind of hard not to intervene when they're screaming at each other
when I'm trying to do homework or something. My brother thinks it's funny to
simply hit my little sister in the face because he finds it funny when she
cries. I, however, do not like it when she wails at the top of her lungs, face
purple and fists clenched at her sides, stomping down the hallway. I mean,
yeah, she's six, but she should know better. My brother should also know that I
could beat his ass at any time for making her scream like that. He skates on
thin ice a little too much.
My other
sister is a year younger than me. That might sound great because we're so close
in age and we must have so much in common, right? Wrong. My sister is probably
the complete opposite of me. Even though we have some similarities, we tend to disagree on things more often than
not. We're also highly competitive about everything.
If one of us gets something really awesome, like a new phone, for example, the
other must get the same thing or it
turns into World War III. The playing field must always be even or else it's
on. Since we're so close in age, our parents tend to compare us a lot, too.
That hits a nerve occasionally, especially when one of us has done something better
or worse than the other. Apparently, we can't have any of the same friends
either because we end up fighting for attention, and then the friend would have
to choose sides and it just becomes a big mess. I always wondered what it would
be like to have a twin, but since my sister and I are so close already, I don't
think I want to know.
Having
younger siblings isn't always bad. Sometimes it's nice sticking up for the
little ones when one of their friends is being a pest, or being there for my
sister when she's having boy troubles. I've seen movies where the little
brother/sister sneaks into their big sibling's room during a thunderstorm or
after a bad dream, and I always wanted them to do that because it would show
that they trust me to take care of them. I feel like a role model for them
because I'm the oldest, and I think it's cool that they look up to me
sometimes; not so much my other sister because, well, she's actually a little
taller than me...Regardless, even though having so many siblings is tough, I
still love them, and I wouldn't trade them for anything.
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