Grilled peach flatbread with mint, goat cheese + espresso balsamic vinegar
Let me tell you something about first-born children: We’re kind of the luckiest people on earth. Sure, we can be opinionated at times. Some might say a tad inquisitive and maybe a teeny bit assertive in our convictions, but our position in the family sort of dictates that doesn’t it? In fact, it almost demands it.
We feel protective of our younger counterparts. It’s kind of…what we do.
We tell it like it is with the voice of a sibling, but with the mind of mother.
We’re the secret - keepers.
The first- teachers.
The advice-givers (solicited or not.)
We tend to be a little reflective at times. We yearn for our childhood summers- filled with melting popsicles, long bicycle rides and soft-swirl ice cream cones. We reminisce about family beach days and vacations and long road trips. We make up silly car games to keep the younger ones entertained and become the ‘writers and directors’ of home-produced plays and musicals.
We remember everything about our younger siblings because we are able to witness milestones and be a part of special memories. That's what makes us so lucky. That we are a part of their lives from the very first day.
Yes. Being the first-born is a pretty special thing indeed.
My younger brother is getting married soon and I’ve been feeling rather nostalgic lately- thinking back to every little backyard game and silly song.
I remember him in the driveway playing in his red and yellow Fisher Price car. And then I remember him driving away as a 16-year-old boy after he got his driver's license. And very soon, he is going to embark on the grandest journey, in a car called life, with the girl of his dreams.
The anticipation is almost overwhelming. I’m not sure how I’ll feel when I see him stepping out of our childhood home as a dapper, (and modest) young groom. How will my mother feel? How would my father have felt?
Happy. Emotional. Bursting with pride. And we’re all going to share those sentiments- those feelings of sheer glee and unequivocal joy.
One week and one day. The time has almost arrived.
nicholetta
Reader Comments (1)
So beautiful <3