brothers and sisters

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Brothers and sisters. I love mine. Adore them, actually. I know I'm lucky. I love them because they're awesome and not nut cases. 


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My Mum loves her sister and brother. As a kid I used to adore it when they got together, particularly Mum and her sister, they would laugh and laugh and laugh until they were just laughing at themselves laughing. 

My Dad too. His sister, my aunt, has one of the warmest hugs in the world. And Dad's brother was a very beloved man who left a big gap when he died suddenly fifteen years ago. I remember when I was younger, watching Dougie, my uncle, drive into the dairy. I was about fourteen and I noticed how happy Dad was to see him. I realised they were friends. They stood by Dougie's ute and chatted for about twenty minutes. 


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You can't make your children be friends. We can just throw them together as often as possible and hope they form bonds independent of us. 



I'm so totally blessed to be surrounded by people with heartfelt sibling relationships, it's probably a good model for the smallies. There's no one like a sister to tell it how it is, keep you in line and be the first person you feel like calling in a crisis. Or on a good day. Or with news. Or to tell them about the goat's cheese you're eating right this moment. 




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I hope you have a brother or a sister. And that you like them.


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It's what we hope for as parents, I think: without us, they'll be pals.

And they won't tear each other to shreds the moment we're not looking. 

It's the last day of the school holidays today. Made it! 

And everyone's still friends. 



9 Comments on “brothers and sisters

green ink
April 28, 2011 at 2:03 am

I adore all my sisters. When you described your mum and her sister laughing at themselves laughing, that made me think of me and my girls 🙂 Our poor husbands don’t really know what to do when all four of us get together!

I miss them quite desperately at times. But thanks to the miracle of Skype, the distances between London, Hobart and Perth don’t seem as big xxx

April 28, 2011 at 5:49 am

I love your new banner.

This is what I want for my kids. That special sibling bond. I think there is just something magical about it. I grew up without any siblings living with us so I just dont have it. (Although my SIL gets me) My husband’s family, well…. you are doing well if you can get them in the same room. Not much love going on there.

Already people comment on how well my two get along so I just hope their bond gets stronger.

April 28, 2011 at 9:48 am

great post fi!

i am looking forward to watching Summer and Jai become the best of friends.

April 28, 2011 at 11:30 am

Aww… shucks, thanks.

April 28, 2011 at 12:29 pm

Do I spy Gostwyk? It is great in autumn! We used to pile up the fallen leaves and jump into them when we were kids. Times like that I did like my brothers, but as you know, the older one is a great tease and we didn’t get on so well when we were young. Possibly better now. Love the new banner.

Leigh @ Toasted
April 28, 2011 at 1:22 pm

This post is just too lovely. I’m really undecided on the issue of whether to have another child (or two). It certainly wouldn’t be sensible. But who cares about sensible when you read things like this!

April 28, 2011 at 3:13 pm

I adore this post! Tricky business trying to get the littles to like each other…but oh so worth it!

April 28, 2011 at 6:56 pm

My little guy turned one year old today and I haven’t decided yet about a second little person, it’s been the toughest year of my life. Ah how to decide. Plus the clock is ticking, damn. Reading this makes me think yes. Gee you write well! I have a brother. We don’t keep in touch very well but there’s an unspoken bond there, always, no matter what happens.
PS the banner looks nice, hahha even if I do say so myself!

April 28, 2011 at 9:32 pm

Beautiful. *Sniff*. And wonderful photos. I hope all our girls have sister-like relationships and lovely ones with all their relatively special boys too.


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