aren’t siblings weird?
There are these people you don’t necessarily have anything in common with, or even know, beyond the fact that your bodies are made of the same stuff.
But what a difference that makes. A tiny physical difference we can’t even see and it may as well be loyalty and love (if not always like) making up the fabric of our being and winding from my bones to theirs, effortlessly. There is an unquestionable alliance, the I Am On Your Team No Matter What.
This is a long-winded way of saying: my family are in town. My two brothers and sister.
Now I am Third Child, and today I don’t really mind. Today being third means I’m not responsible for anyone else, but I am allowed, by having no responsibility, to do everything I can to make them happy and to entertain and encourage them. I get to be court jester.
It also makes me smile to sit here with my two brothers, my father and my husband watching the World Cup final.
(We’re in the half-time ad-break, talking about the awfulness of a fourth Shrek movie, and the brilliance of the Hubble Telescope footage they’ll be showing in 3D at the Imax in October.)