From the very first time I uttered the phrase, “I’m the best big thither (sister for all of those who can’t read speech impediment)…I knew I had my lifelong best friend. My parents always say that it didn’t matter what they told Evan, if I told him the sky was green he would say “nope, Manda said.” When he started elementary school, I would sit by him on the bus every single morning less an older kid even try to be mean to my baby brother. We had periods where we weren’t as close, like middle school. Middle school is just a weird time…lots of feelings…lots of boy body odor…neither of those things are good for sibling relations. Luckily, our feelings have calmed down and we (he) discovered deodorant. In honor of his birthday this week, I wanted to share some thoughts on what having a sibling has taught me
How To Present A United Front
When I was younger I was notorious for eating the last thing in the box and leaving the empty box in the fridge/pantry. One time, I did that to a box of Little Debbie Swiss Cakes and our dad reached his limit. He called both of us into the living room and asked us who left the empty box in the refrigerator. We both said no, but only one of us (me) was guilty. My dad, knowing full well that it was me, decided to send both of us to our rooms until the guilty party confessed. Evan never once ratted me out even though it meant he was in trouble too. Unfortunately, I only gave myself up after my dad brought in a make shift lie detector test (the Bible…he made me swear on the Bible about Little Debbie cakes). And that’s pretty much how it’s been the rest of our lives. Whenever one of us needed the other to “sell” our version of events to our parents, we never hesitated…for example when one sibling wanted to have a party while their parents were out of town and the other sibling answered the obligatory parental phone call with a sweet story about how we were just hanging out and watching a movie (Sorry mom and dad, but ignorance is bliss)!
How To Love Someone Even When You Don’t Like Them
While Evan and I are close, we have had our fair share of “I hate you moments.” Like when I locked him in the dark garage for 30 minutes while I was babysitting him and when I let him out he put me in a headlock and started punching me. And as we’ve gotten older, we have let each other down and made each other upset, but that’s never stopped us from pulling through for the other. It seems like we live in an age where we let our moment-by-moment feelings control our actions, but with my brother I’ve learned to act in love even when I didn’t feel the like.
How To Deal With The Opposite Sex
I read a study that found when you pair people up in 5- to 15-minute conversations, as if it were a speed date, the males who grew up with sisters tend to do better than the ones who grew up with brothers or as only children. Similarly, the females with brothers tend to do better with boys. I think I’ve made Evan more sensitive and he has made me less sensitive…he talks me off the ledge when I’m having ALL of the feelings and I help him understand ALL of the feelings. I still call and ask him what it means when I guy says, “I’m just trying to take things slow” and he maybe has called to ask me how you send a girl flowers. Maybe.
More than anything, Evan has taught me what it feels like to have someone really think you’re awesome. I’ve never gone through a breakup where he hasn’t called to tell me that the guy was a “chump” and that he always thought I could do better anyways. When I’m having a hard day, he always pulls through to remind that he’s my biggest fan. He is wise and he loves Jesus and I am so lucky to have him. Also, he’s always been the “star” of the family See below.