Happy Birthday
To my sister, Lynn, who remains four years older than me. I learned from her, or her kids anyway, that I didn’t want sons exclusively, and that three is better than two by at least the degree that two is better than one.
Actually, to digress a bit, from my own childhood and watching others, I’ve learned it’s better for kids to be closer together rather than farther apart. That on top of the dynamics of how many there are, which is affected by relative ages.
Even now, when the fifteen years between us is less than a fourth of his age, I do not connect with my older brother in a fraternal manner. I am much closer now with the brother three years younger than myself, despite, or maybe because of, the scars I bear from our sibling rivalry.
Posted by triticale on 06/28 at 03:50 PM
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