When I was growing up, I was essentially an only child. My oldest sister came along when I was 10, swiftly followed by two more sisters and a brother.
I’ve always got on well with my siblings and I’m immensely proud of them all.Watching them all grow up and become intelligent, kind, caring individuals has been a real honour. Libby and Lia are lucky to have such amazing uncle and aunts.
It is an odd thing though being a half sister. I wouldn’t say that we had a normal sibling relationship, purely because I have never lived with any of them, as they lived with my dad and I lived with my mum.
So when Lia came along, I really was learning about siblings from scratch. I had no idea how Libby would react to her baby sister. I didn’t know whether she would love her, resent her or show little interest in her.
There were two reasons why I wanted to have children who were quite close in age. Firstly for my own selfish reasons – I hate being pregnant and I don’t cope well with young babies.
My own life is so restricted and I love being able to get out running and swimming and having time to myself. So, quite frankly, I wanted to get the baby stage out of the way for both of them and get on with my life.
Predominantly though, I wanted the children to be close in age so that they would grow up together, and hopefully become close to each other and enjoy each other’s company. I was often quite lonely growing up so I didn’t want to have just one child.
It has been quite a revelation to me how well the girls get on, especially at such a young age. We had a perfect example of this the other day.
You may have read in my Thursday Photo post this week that Lia is mobile and has a strange habit of getting into, under and on things. The problem is, she then gets stuck.
One morning this week, I left the girls in their bedroom while I went to get their washing bag from downstairs. By the time I was on my way back upstairs, Libby came running out of the bedroom in floods of tears shouting, “Can you get Lia? Quick, get her!”
Lia wasn’t actually in any immediate danger, or indeed any danger at all. She had just crawled under a chest of drawers, as she is prone to doing. She then got a bit upset when she couldn’t get out.
What surprised me was how much it upset Libby. I didn’t expect to see her showing so much genuine empathy for somebody else at such a young age.
I’m looking forward to a time when Lia is old enough to be able to play with Libby properly, I hope they will be great company for each other.
For now though, I’m enjoying learning about the sibling bond and watching them become the best of friends.