sibling relationships

August 12 is National Middle Child Day--a dilemma for those of us in the center of our families: We're not often used to having the spotlight on us.
Can’t live with ‘em, can’t live without ‘em!
Today, I am often reminded of the struggles my brother must face on a day-to-day basis. I flinch when people say "that's gay" or "faggot", because I know sometimes, my brother has to hear someone say that, too.
The relationship that siblings have with each other is vital to their character development, their sense of personal history and even the happiness they feel in old age. A positive relationship with a brother or a sister in childhood will result in a best friend for life.
People with siblings have negotiated a lot in their younger days. Watching and listening to siblings helps kids strengthen
No matter how often we might disagree, I always know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that my sisters have my best interests at heart.
One of the most basic things parents teach their children is that sharing and taking-turns is important to help maintain order and preserve feelings. After all, what's more fair than taking turns?
Many children, especially young ones, lack the language and self-awareness to express their negative emotions in productive ways. Siblings become convenient targets for our feelings of jealousy and anger, and our dawning awareness of how unfair life can be.
Angel and her boyfriend Brian had been together for seven years and had two kids together ... when Brian started having an
1. You have an endless supply of baggy sweatshirts and oversized polos to borrow. 16. You have a built-in partner-in-crime
To be sure, some siblings never get over their childhood dramas -- a situation that causes pain for the parents. But many do
Currently in his second term as a Cincinnati City Council member, P.G. is especially interested in education and helping working and middle class families achieve financial stability -- but that's stuff you can find out by looking at his website. What I can tell you is what it's like to be his sister.
In late December, in the shadow of the hospital where my daughter was born, we buried my oldest brother. He was nine years older than I, and he led a troubled life. But as I said at his graveside, mustering the few words I could before breaking down, 'You made me laugh. You were my brother. I love you.'
One thing about motherhood that continues to amaze me is the way my children are conduits to my own past. They'll be doing something mundane -- brushing teeth or making flowers out of Play-Doh -- and BAM! They'll toss out a remark, or tilt their head a certain way, and just like that, I'm transported to the days of Toughskins and Mary Janes.
Little Brother was in time-out for two minutes while Big Sister was in time-out for five minutes and that's not fair.