Brother – “A male having the same parents as another person”
I have two brothers. Both are older than me, one by seven years, the other by twelve years. The big gaps between us meant that we were not particularly close when growing up. For a start, they were both at school when I arrived. I was also the much longed for daughter, born on my father’s birthday, so definitely spoiled to a degree and I’m sure my brothers may have felt resentful. As we grew older we never mixed in the same circles and we grew further apart. Having said that, I know that if I needed to I could call on them for help and they would respond. We’ve never had any major fallings out. We are just distant. My brothers are not even particularly close with one another. We speak infrequently, mostly instigated by me and see each other rarely.
I find this hard as my husband’s family are very different and much closer. As I’ve grown older I’ve become more accepting of this situation. I can only be me, my brothers can only be the people they are. I cannot make them into something they are not. It saddens me because I have tried to maintain the links between us but now with both our parents deceased there is less to glue us together.
My sons seem to have a much closer brotherly relationship, probably because they were born only 23 months apart and have much more in common, including friends. Long may it continue.