So, seriously people when did this Siblings Day thing become a thing? It floated across my radar via social media 3 years ago, and it was delightful to see the odes being sent out to everyone’s siblings.
Though, and without trying to be one-of-those, it was a little sad-making for this only child.
Until I realized I have a lot of siblings. People I introduce as “the closest thing I have to a brother/sister”. People who have been a part of my life and family because I decided they should be. Some have other siblings, blood and otherwise, some are onlies just like me.
They are all amazing people who have influenced my life in a huge way.
They are the ones who remind me of who I am when I get a little lost. The ones who remind me of who I can be when I get a little confused. The ones who poke me, prod me, tease me, and remind me not to take myself too seriously, or too lightly. The ones who puff up with pride when I do something cool. The ones who shake their heads and challenge me to be better/do better when I do something that is unhealthy, stupid or simply (and most frequently) self-denigrating. The ones who splash in the water, laugh at the bad jokes, play the games, listen to me complain and let me take photos of them. All. The. Time.
So, from someone whose siblings are all hand-selected, cherry-picked, and put through the wringer of lex-drama, if I have ever called you brother or sister I mean it and I’m honoured you are in my life.
Happy pseudo-sibling day to mine! Dani, Alex, Bill, Nancy, Tina and the handful more who are private or just none of your business.