Di is guest-hosting for Melanie while she’s recuperating. Melanie, if you’re reading this, get well soon and we’ll see you when we see you. Di, thanks for standing in and keeping these blog hops alive. Today’s question:
Are you an only child or do you have siblings? Would you prefer to be the opposite to what you are?
I’m the oldest of four boys. Jim, next in the birth order, is 21 months younger; Kip is 11 months younger than Jim; and Pat is almost 202 months younger than Kip. Pat was from Mom’s second marriage: she and Jack (who we called Tex) were married in June 1974, and Pat was born in September 1975.
Mom was the oldest in her family, and there were times I think it was difficult being her oldest, because she was just so good at it. Still, I liked being the oldest: I got my own room and there were other benefits that I can’t think of now.
Mom’s first pregnancy ended with a miscarriage, and I wonder sometimes what it would have been like to have an older sibling, whether that sibling would have been a boy or a girl, what effect if any it would have had on my life. Of course, had that child been born, I probably wouldn’t have been, and the world would have been a darker and drearier place…