Siblings are the peers who persist.
I keep coming back to this line that I wrote a few weeks ago.
I am often writing and reflecting on the relationships siblings have between one another. The two main characters in my current book are a brother and sister divided but yet always united, and perhaps symbolic of our political climate. But that’s another story not finished yet.
This weekend we hosted a sibs weekend, where my best friends I grew up with invite their siblings to come together. We are each the eldest sibling in our families. The eldest sibling is a special relationship, parent like but closer. I am writing often about siblings because of my fascination with my own sibling relationship. It was as if when my parents divorced at twelve (my sister closely behind me at eleven), Lauren and I stuck in it together. We only trusted ourselves. Trauma has many times brought my sister and I closer together, closer than our parents in so many ways.
Though there have been years we grew apart, we always came back together again.
Siblings are the peers who persist. Perhaps in my case, but I am so grateful for it.