An aside from my usual literary elucidation:
On the way home from vacation Saturday, we stopped for a late dinner. Because the place was crowded, the six of us had to split up between three tables: I sat with my husband, while my older son and daughter sat at one table and my younger (step)son and daughter sat at the other. I thought nothing of it until I heard the younger two chatting away: he was trying to get under her skin by telling her gymnastics is not a real sport (she is a gymnast), while she was dishing it back, announcing to anyone who would listen that football wasn’t a real sport (guess what he plays…). It was quite entertaining, but it made me pause for a second. Certainly it wasn’t an accident that they ended up sitting together. After all, when you’re ‘older’ and more ‘mature’ than your siblings (like apparently the other two are…), you don’t want to be seen with them, right? You form your own clique and exclude others.
I mentioned this to my husband and he agreed, adding, “At least we know who they’ll be close to when they get older.” I couldn’t argue with that: my younger sister, with whom I had to share everything with as a child, is now my best friend, despite the fact that she and her family live in another country. My love for my older sister and three younger brothers isn’t diminished by my relationship with my sister; I’m just not as close to them as I am to her.
And where my children are concerned, this observation doesn’t mean the older ones will always get along better than the younger ones (there are some days the girls are close, especially when they are picking on the boys). But it is nice to think they’ll have each, through the mature and immature periods of their lives.