I have fond memories of sharing my room with my sisters growing up. I'm sure there were bad times too, but looking back, decades later, all I remember are the good moments.
We grew up in a small 3-bedroom home. Over the years I alternated sharing with both my sisters, sharing in bunks, with the baby, and at some point I had my own room. I remember jumping off bunks and on to pillows, playing with barbies, paper dolls, telling secrets, stories. I remember diaper changes and books and songs. I remember my sister sleeping through an earthquake and grabbing my baby sister to stand under a doorway.
I remember always having someone to keep me company. I loved looking down from my bunk and saying goodnight to my sister. I remember thinking how glad I was to have a sister.
I am actually excited about the thought of my boys sharing a room. They might fight, might keep each other up, they might wrestle, they might cry. They might read books under the covers, make up magical worlds to play in, they might giggle and yell. I hope A looks down from the top bunk and says goodnight to his brother.
I hope he looks back and is grateful that he had a brother, and that he only remembers the good times :)
This post was inspired by the novel Dad Is Fat by comedian Jim Gaffigan who riffs on his adventures co-parenting 5 kids in a two bedroom Manhattan apartment. Join From Left to Write on April 22 we discuss Dad Is Fat. As a member, I received a copy of the book for review purposes.
I wish sharing bedrooms worked well for us. We had a boy, then a girl, and then another girl. The girls are 5 years apart and the older is an incredibly strong willed and difficult child. We ended up moving and a big part of that was so our middle child wouldn't have to share a room with anyone.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful memories! I too shared a room with my sister for years and we had good moments and bad, but the good are what I remember now and I too am so grateful to have grown up with my sister and to still be close to her now.
ReplyDeleteI agree about sharing memories by sharing a room...certainly, it helps them when they get to college! Good luck-I'm sure interested to read your blog to find out how it goes!
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