Just the other day, a little five-year-old someone comes to me and says: mom, Pedro says you and dad adopted me from the jungle. I tell her: tell your brother we adopted him from outer space. Her eyes twinkle and she goes: Peeeedro, they adopted you from out.. I was left there, smiling and recalling the time my middle brother kept telling me I had been found at the doorstep one morning in a box, together with two parrots. He had advised our parents to take the parrots and leave me, but they just wouldn´t listen to him...
Older brothers can be very educational. They can teach us humor and how to respond to it. They can teach us games - I learned board games and how to play cards from my brothers. They can teach us how to fix and assemble things. In a way, they can possibly teach us boy´s fun stuff in exchange of adoration.They love being loved. Who doesn´t?
They can learn a lot, too. They can learn how to see girls as intelligent human beings. They can learn to listen to girls and understand the importance of certain things, instead of just despising them as girlie things. They can learn to be kind and gentle, and consoling without compromising their boyish nature. They can learn to see girls as partners, and not as opponents.
And both, brothers and sisters, can learn how to have arguments with the opposite sex and how to make up afterwards. Because we´re all humans, after all. We all make mistakes.
I can´t tell what´s it like to have an older sister. I´ll leave the description of that experience to someone else. I´m sure it must be a very enriching one.
What I can say, and I´m sure my daughter will agree with me in the future, is that older brothers are the most fun, annoying, helpful, teasing, wonderful creatures a sister could hope for. They´re a rollercoaster.
There they are, my kids, having the most fun with the guy who wanted to exchange me for parrots: