I was out for dinner last night with my mother and two sisters — an early birthday celebration for my eldest sister whose birthday falls on Christmas Day. Ahh, poor her…
Not so poor her. When we were growing up, everyone remembered her birthday. She received presents from friends and relatives who never thought of little Bethie come June (my birthday month). Back in the days when presents were a big deal, I envied her big-time.
While on the subject of presents, my other sister announced that all her Christmas gifts were wrapped. The rest of us shot daggers at her. Boo. Hiss. How did the baby sister turn out to be so organized and efficient?
The middle sister (that would be me) has yet to complete her Christmas shopping list.
Ah, sister/sibling placement — eldest, middle, youngest…
I would describe my sibs and I like so:
Eldest (sister) — Responsible, outgoing, organized, popular, dependable and loving. (And as a kid — bossy.)
Middle (me) — Quiet, thoughtful, sensitive (aw, shucks). It’s hard to do this about myself. I could also use the following words: irreverent, moody…
Youngest (sister) — Really outgoing, organized (see above), fun-loving, loyal, loving. (And as a kid, we often referred to her as a “little fart.” I guess she still is.)
I just re-read this. My descriptions of my sisters are remarkably similar. My own is quite different. Is this because I can’t be objective about myself or am I truly that different from my sisters? Are middle sisters different? And if so, why? I’ll have to give this some thought. In the meantime, I should add “loving” to my own list because I am. So there.