When I was a child, I longed for a sister. My first brother arrived when I was just two, followed by another when I was three. That was fine, but when my mom announced she was pregnant again when I was six, I just knew it would be my little sister. Instead, to my dismay, I welcomed another brother into the family. Furious, I refused to sleep in my own room where his crib was set up and stayed with my grandmother for weeks. However, as I grew up, I came to appreciate the unique bond I have with my brothers.
In the beginning, having brothers was great because I didn’t have to share my belongings. I had my own room, clothes, and toys—things they simply weren’t interested in. But the real blessing was the freedom they gave me to be myself; there were no expectations to conform to a certain behavior. They embraced me for who I was—loud, bossy, and independent—and that acceptance meant everything.
With only six years separating us, we were inseparable. There wasn’t an older sibling who could escape the family dynamic; we were truly a team. I cheered for them at basketball games, and they supported me during my performances. People often remarked how well we got along, and my mom would comment, “They genuinely enjoy each other’s company.” We formed a tight-knit group of four that stood by each other through thick and thin.
I didn’t have a sister to confide in about growing up, but I managed just fine. My brothers didn’t care about those topics, but they were always ready to play Nintendo or binge-watch our favorite shows. Growing up in the ’80s and ’90s, we bonded over classic sitcoms and movies, memorizing lines and quotes. Those nights spent watching films like “Back to the Future” and “Vacation” are some of my fondest memories.
When it came to dating, I wasn’t keen on bringing boys home, but I had my share of thoughts on the girls who entered their lives. I had my own secret nicknames for them, and I didn’t hold back when I had my reservations. After all, my brothers were my best friends, and I wanted what was best for them. Looking back, I’d like to think I helped them steer clear of some less-than-ideal matches.
Through my brothers, I learned invaluable lessons about men that I might not have grasped with sisters. I observed their habits, their unwavering work ethic, and even their incredible appetites. More importantly, I witnessed their kindness, love for our mom, and how protective they could be. They instilled in me the confidence to stand up for myself and not settle for less than I deserve.
One of the greatest gifts of having brothers is the laughter they bring into my life. They are downright hilarious—capable of making me laugh so hard I almost feel sick. They help me lighten up when I take life too seriously. Often, they’ll remind me to “get over myself” in a way that makes me chuckle, and they have a knack for getting me to relax when I need it most.
Now, as a mother to three sons and one daughter, I feel grateful that she will experience the love that only brothers can provide. They will be her protectors and confidants, teaching her resilience and what to look for in a partner. With their humor, she will surely understand how important it is to laugh.
I am a sister to three brothers and a mother to three sons, and while I don’t claim to know everything about men, I appreciate the unique perspective they’ve given me. Brothers are special and have shaped who I am today. Although I once wished for a sister, I now realize that I have exactly what I needed all along. I’m incredibly fortunate to be surrounded by these wonderful guys.
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