There are almost exactly 4 years separating my sister and I, but I can’t remember what life was like without her. In both senses; literally and emotively.
My earliest memory, which I can’t honestly say whether it is a true memory or just a home video clip, is my sister being only a couple of months old, laying on my bed with me for a nap. What I do definitely remember is holding her little hand whilst I sucked my thumb, we both laid there just chilling out. I loved it. She was my own little dolly that lived and breathed.
As we grew up we were always close. Don’t get me wrong we had our bickers (and still do) usually started by me imitating her in a stupid voice until she snapped. Even at 31, that juvenile arsing about still makes me laugh. And we have always had a good laugh together.
The only time when I didn’t want to spend so much time with my sis, was when I was probably about 13 or 14 because she would have been around 9 or 10. Not cool to hang around with someone that young but sometimes I was forced to let her tag along going to the park (where all the boys were – sooo not cool).
As adults, we probably get on even better. Same sense of humour, similar tastes in music, TV and films. Fortunately, not the same taste in men though. We holiday together, go drinking together and have slobbing, lazy nights in together. I even had her as a birth partner! Apart from my husband, she is the one constant friend I have in my life.
But its watching my two children today that made me reflect on what its like to have a sibling. My son, who is 2, was pointing to the shapes on the baby activity centre and teaching his baby sister what they were. Baby looked up at him smiling the whole time and attempted the grab the shapes. It was so touching.
It made me hope that my children have the same strong bond that my sister and I had, and still have to this day.
Do you have a sibling? Are they your true best friend?