I have this exceptionally simplistic belief: if siblings stick together, the world will be alright.
I know, it lacks any kind of nuance or inclusivity for all the single children out there, but I think you know that I’m being at least a little bit figurative in my use of “brother” and “sister”.
It’s actually a very selfish hope more than anything. My wife and I spawned three monsters, so it’s really me hoping that they’ll text each other when they’re older, and buy pho lunches for one another when days are rainy. I always tell them: If you’re going to conspire, at least conspire together. I still get ridiculously delighted inside when I see my youngest daughter draw a glorious stick figure picture of her big bro, or watch my middle boy get reluctantly sad about his big sister being away for a night on a sleepover, or witness my eldest teach the other two how to do things without parental provocation.
It’s not surprising then that I enjoyed watching the steady stream of posts for #NationalSiblingDay #SiblingDay this past week.
Social media can seem awash in hate, misery, and bitterness, but frequently it is full of love. I was reminded of that this past #NationalSiblingDay.