I’ve noticed a pattern. I’ve noticed a pattern in reactions whenever anyone asks me how many siblings I have, and I respond with the word “six.”
The reaction seems to be the same thing every time: shock.
I get asked quite a bit what life was like growing up with so many siblings.
Looking back, it was loud, it was a little chaotic, it was busy.
But, as I was writing this, I was trying to think of all the bad that was involved with growing up with so many siblings. And to be honest with you, I could not think of a single thing besides the three “negatives” listed above (which aren’t even negatives).
So I guess that kind of answers the question FOR me.
Life was pretty darn amazing.
Yes it was loud, but wow was it fun. And I think it was more of just a vocal warm up for each of us at the dinner table. Yes it was a little chaotic, but there was never a dull or lonely moment. There was always something happening whether it was someone playing the piano in the living room, someone cooking in the kitchen, or someone telling a story in the bedroom. Yes, it was busy, but busy with support. We went to one another’s concerts, sports games, performances, graduations, presentations, and anything we could be at.
Life with six siblings meant that there was always someone willing to go get ice cream with me. It meant that someone was always down to have a heart to heart. It meant someone was always willing to sing around the piano. It meant there were plenty of hands to compete against in video games, and it meant there were plenty of siblings to share midnight snacks with.
Life with six siblings meant that we had six times the love to go around.
And that love never ended. To this day, I know I always have a voice to talk to on the phone, a shoulder to cry on, and plenty of love and support surrounding me every single day, near or far.
In summary, I 10/10 recommend having six siblings. It’s pretty darn cool.
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