This weekend we went to visit my parents in Michigan…
…and I had a great time smelling campfires, climbing haystacks, and crunching snow. We also saw my dear college roommate, Alison, in the photo above, and she felt exactly the same, as always.
Plus, isn’t it funny how you go back to your childhood when you’re with your family? I am 100000% the firstborn daughter and I act accordingly. I figure out the logistics, make reservations, get driving directions, whatever.
The funny thing is that I have a twin, but since I’m two minutes older, our family always treated me like the firstborn. “Yes, 100%, you are my big sister,” my sister said years ago. “I don’t even know what to say, it’s a fact that I’m the middle child. Do you know that the middle child is the peacemaker? I’m like, well, I’m the middle child and I go with the flow.”
Now I’m curious: where do you fall in the birth order? An only child? The oldest? The youngest? Is it complicated? Do you think it has affected your personality? I’d love to hear. Also, Ramadan Mubarak to those who observe it and Happy Lunar New Year!
PS 12 reader comments on siblings and “how I found out I had 35 siblings.”
