Big Brother

Growing up, I was the oldest of three daughters. (And I still am, to tell you the truth. Just don't ask how much older.) My poor dad was the only man in our house until we adopted a chihuahua; by that time, his three girls were teenagers.

(God bless my parents.)

When Little Man was born, I was clueless about how to raise a boy. And when Royal Princess came along, I couldn't relate to her growing up with an older sibling -- let alone a brother!

Watching my kidlings grow up together over the last 20 months, I've learned a few things about Life with Big Brother.

(*Note: This has nothing to do with that.)

For instance, sometimes Big Brother pushes you faster than you could ever run on your princess carriage. He loves feeling like your superhero, and you love danger; it works out perfectly for both of you. 

Lesson One: Big Brother can be awfully fun.

And then he tries to stick his yucky sock feet in your face. . .

Or give you a noogie.



Lesson Two: Sometimes it stinks to be the baby sister.

But then every so often, Royal Princess has one of those days. You know. . .

One of Those Days.

We leave a restaurant without buying her a cookie. She has to squeeze into her carseat again, when she's made it very clear she can't stand that thing. Life can be so hard; sometimes it just brings her to tears.

And I think, from what I've seen around our house -- maybe that's when she's most grateful to have her Big Brother.

Lesson Three: When everything else falls apart, grab Big Brother's hand and hold tight. He knows what he's doing, and as tough as he seems --

He'll always be your brother.

Learning something new every day,
Becki~