Someone to watch over

As WordPress continues to recycle old prompts, I pulled another prompt from The Coffee Monsterz Co to respond to today

Would you rather have an older brother, younger brother, older sister, younger sister, or identical twin?

This is kind of an interesting question, considering that I have an older brother and an older sister. I am the youngest of three children and my family growing up. Fred, who I’ve talked about on this blog before is just two years older than me. Guillaume, my older brother, is four years older than me. so there is just two years separating each of us.

As a parent myself, I wonder sometimes how Mother did it with three children under the age of five at one point in time. Granted, she was in her 20s and had a heck of a lot more energy than I have ever had as a parent in my 30s, my 40s and now my 50s.

“The baby of the family”

I can’t complain a whole lot about being the youngest child. And a lot of ways, my older brother “paved the way” for both Phred and I. As the oldest, he was the first child to really test limits with my parents. And it also gave both friend and an idea of what to expect as we got older ourselves.

Now granted, Phred’s experience was probably different than what either Guillaume or I had. Every child has a different experience based on their place on the proverbial totem pole. But being that Fred was the middle child and she is the only girl, it probably certainly gave her a more unique dynamic with my parents growing up.

The truth is, I don’t feel like I’ve ever really known all that well. For that matter, I don’t know if anybody does. I wouldn’t go as far as to call him emotionless, but he has always been very guarded with his emotions, even as a kid. He’s four years older than me. Growing up, that was a considerable age gap. But as we got older, 11 think four years really isn’t a big difference. Today, I’m 51 and he’s 55. One would think that we have a lot in common. But we’ve never really been very close

On the other hand, I have a much better relationship with with Guillaume. Granted, Phred is only two years older than me. But her and I became a very close following my divorce and my moving back to Michigan. Fred was really the one who went out of her way to introduced me to some of her friends and her own social circle. That did a great deal for helping me kind of get back on my feet, so to speak. And now, as we’re older and dealing with Mother’s declining health, we’re probably closer than we’ve ever been.

There are certain drawbacks to being “the baby of the family“. It seems like no matter what I do, in the eyes of mother, and perpetually eight years old. Which is kind of humorous, considering that I was the first of three children to give her a grandchild. But I’m sure in the years to come, I will never really get past looking at either Kid 1 or Kid 2 as being young.

There’s only one Rob

I don’t think I would’ve done well with having identical twin. I know people say that twin share bond that has unlike any other in life. I’ve also heard stories about how deeply affected people are when their twin sibling passes away. And although I think it would’ve been cool to have a built-in friend, I think I would’ve been way too competitive with my twin, knowing my personality as I do.

Someone to watch over

if I was able to choose, from all of the options given in the prompt, I think I would like to have had a younger sibling. I’m curious what I would’ve been like as a big brother. In some ways, it probably would’ve forced me to grow up a little bit faster than I did. But I would also like to see what kind of knowledge I would impart on a younger sibling, even as a child myself.

I think it would’ve been fun to have a younger sibling that I could help out with homework, stick up for them in school when they have trouble with other kids and just someone else to play with growing up. To be honest, that’s a lot of the stuff that I wish I was able to have with Guillaume.

Guillaume have never had that kind of relationship. Even as adults, he got married for a second time, and was navigating the waters of having a stepson living in his house. From what I can tell, he did pretty well with that all things considered. I would like to have had a discussion with him, while I was still with X2, about dealing with X2‘s daughter. Granted, two and I never gotten married, but dealing with her daughter was the closest I ever came to having a stepchild of my own.

Of the two of us, Guillaume was probably more athletic growing up. As for Phred, because there were so few girls in our neighborhood, she found herself having to keep up with the boys if she wanted to take part in sports. I think that’s a big reason why she excel athletically as much as she did in high school. On the other hand, I was more the dreamer. I would be inside, drawing, playing with action fugures; coming up with my own stories straight from the fires of my imagination. That’s not to say that I never played sports or anything growing up either. It was just a different dynamic for me.

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Thinking about the current dynamic with my brother, my sister and I, there was a post I saw on social media and I’m sure I’ve shared it on either Instagram or threads – that said one of us won’t anybody’s funeral. One of us will see all of them and one of us will die alone. That’s some pretty depressing stuff when I really stop and think about it. Naturally, as we all get older, I wonder which one of the three each of us will become.

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