Growing up as an only child, I had a very specific vision of what siblings were like. Now that I’m raising siblings, I realize I was right, but I also had no idea just how loud, messy, and deeply beautiful it actually is.

​Being an only child gives you a perspective on siblings that people who grew up with them might take for granted. I’m watching a bond unfold in real-time that I used to only see in movies or dream about for myself.​

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭

​Raising siblings is quite literally a trip and a treat. They are three completely different personalities clashing and clicking all at once. Even in the moments when they aren’t getting along, I find myself standing back and just… soaking it in.​

I’ve stood at the “edge of eternity” and seen what really matters at the end of a life. It’s not the stuff; it’s the people who stand by you. I’m not just raising kids; I’m building a safety net. I’m instilling in them that when I’m dead and gone, they are each other’s “forever person.” Saying that to your kids when you’re only 33, may seem dark to some, but it was MY lived reality.​

𝐓𝐨 𝐌𝐲 𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲-𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐬​

Shout out to the other only children out there raising siblings. 👊🏻 We are living out a part of childhood we never got to experience ourselves. It’s healing, it’s exhausting, and it is easily one of my 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 blessings. 🤍

Which one are you: The only child raising a pack, or the sibling who knows EXACTLY how lucky you are to have that ‘forever person’?

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