Growing Up With Siblings-Personal Narrative

Brothers and sisters will always look out for you in those tough hard times. It was funny when the Driscoll twins fought over the last cookie before their game. Almost every time my sister and I are in room together we will fight over the TV or almost anything else. This has changed me because I have learned to not fight with my sister every time someone yells at us.

“My bigger siblings used to love us (the younger children), and they used to do everything for us in whatever we would not be able to do, but they also liked us to obey them. Whenever we would not obey them, they would punish us just like our parents. Even though they disciplined us, we never used to see it bad. We still loved each other. Up to now, we love each

The reporting party (RP) stated the licensee Shirley Currie no longer resides in the home. According to the RP the licensee was placed in an assisted living facility 3 months ago and the licensee's daughter Patrina McDaniel is providing care to the day care children. Patrina is fingerprint cleared per LIS. The RP disclosed that a room in the home is rented by an adult female (name unknown) and her two minor children. The RP does not believe the adult female has a fingerprint clearance. The RP expressed concern new care providers have no knowledge regarding the care and supervision of children. The children are left unattended in the yard resulting in a child (Dimari age 3) falling from a slide. The child sustained a bump on his head. The RP

While growing up, I was blessed with three siblings one older and two younger. My Dad was a military person with restrictive abusive values and I was held responsible for my younger sibling. Therefore, when they got into trouble my Dad would make me accountable for them. I received many punishments cause of my sibling.

To begin, ten years separated my brother and I in age, so there's a good chance he did not enjoy me the way I adored him. I am sure I annoyed him. Especially when I always nagged him to play with me and invaded his space when he invited friends over. I could not help myself.  Moreover, my mom once told me that at the hospital when I was born, Brandon stormed out of the room crying because he did not want a baby sister. He could sense from the cry that I was a handful, and he wanted nothing to do with me.

The second sibling was born January twenty-third of 1988. 28 years later, he has graduated from high school, attempted college, and is married. Currently and still resides in El Paso, Tx with his family too. As he and his wife, moved out of their households to live with one another, as he and wife moved back in with our parents. They moved in not only because of financial reasons, but because our mom is doing well and is getting weaker. He has advanced himself, due to the fact that he started at an entry level position at his work and is not the head manager. As higher authorities have been sending him to major conferences in a couple of states around Texas. However, he has been really engaged with our mom, as I believe he still resides in

I am the oldest child in my family. My sister Kylie was born after me. When she was born, I didn’t like it that much. I liked having a new member in the family, but more work was put on me. It was my first sign of getting older. Along with having more work, I was blamed on for everything. If she made a mess with my toys, it was my mess. Now that she is older she no longer makes messes for me to clean up.

Growing up as the middle child, having an older sister and younger brother, one would think that being in the middle, one might gradually gravitate to the older sibling, because of the older sibling being the same sex as you are, such as playing with dolls, dressing up the dolls or simply playing dress up with each other; however, that was not the case. I admired my sisters admirations of wanting to have a close relationship with me, the mere dream of having someone to dress up, to braid each-others hair; came to mind at times, but running around in the mud and playing sports was more appealing and more that meets the eye. Growing up I gravitated towards my brother, we were one grade difference in grade school, and only eleven months apart in age. Hanging out with my brother was awesome, similar friends, similar age groups, we all enjoyed running around, getting muddy, or simply the art of video gaming. Back in the day the computer game The Sims was quite popular as well, we both enjoyed playing that for hours, instead of doing our homework and focusing on our studies, not much worry for a pre-teen to teenager at that time. Then there was that time in grade school, my father would drop off the three of us to the morning care at the school prior to school starting, the morning-care took place in the gynmasium at the school. I distincively remember my brother and I would bring our Pok'emon cards to school and pull them out in the morning, to try to battle with the other students, and one day that

Being the oldest sibling you need to be more responsible. Needing to balance out the immaturity that your sibling may have, and because they are not as mature as you are you need to be the “bigger” person and be more responsible and take on the responsibilities of a mature older sibling. For instance, I was in the car with my two younger siblings. I’m sitting in the front seat while they are in the back. My younger brother started to kick my chair. When I ask him to stop he began to mimic me. Now being the oldest out of the two I had to be mature and handled the situations maturely. For one thing, I had to set a good example for my brother who is also setting an example for my younger sister, so that would mean that I’m dealing with setting an example for both my younger siblings not just my younger brother. Therefore, I didn’t turn around and mimic him back or yell at him.

Have you ever done something bad and blamed it on your sibling, well I have. It was one Monday morning I was eating breakfast before school my sister Kaisie said something to me that made me as angry as a bull. I was always picked on by my sisters when I was little. When Kaisie left the kitchen and I was the only one in near distance I turned around with my spoon and I start scratching the wood windowsill. I carved a K, then an A, and so on. What happened was I carved Kaisie’s name on the windowsill. It was still brown and no one would notice it, so I got a red pen and colored it in. I dusted it off, threw out the evidence, and turned around to finish eating my toaster strudel. In the moment when I turned around and put my elbows on the table, it felt

When I was two years old my little brother, Ben, was born. As any young child would be, I was extremely excited to be a big sister. I was however mistaken. When he began to walk at the ripe young age of nine months old, he would pick up the nearest toy truck and hit me over the head with it. Needless to say this was one of the least pleasant interactions I’ve had with my little brother. As the years have gone on we have gotten along about as well as toothpaste and orange juice.alright that might be an understatement . The point is that we fight a whole bunch. I can say for a fact that it is extremely hard to remember to be compassionate towards him while we are fighting because as an older sister I want to be “alpha”. after all it is human

I saw Shadow yesterday, and did explain that I can't see him everyday. He understood.

When growing up with siblings it can be both, amazing and terrorizing. Coming for a girl with three older brothers it has its ups and downs at times. We all have different ways of doing things. Our lives have differed from the years being apart, parent control, and being spoiled. Although, a lot of siblings fight and have their aggravating moments, we do but we don’t fight a lot.

When I was six my first brother, Russ, was born, and as a former only child I felt the first pangs of jealousy. Thankfully, as I grew into my “Big Sister” roll I learned humility and selflessness. After a few months, the jealously within me subsided.

Back home I have two brothers, my mom and step dad. My brothers are named David and Diego, six and thirteen years old. I am the oldest sibling and my mother's first born child. I get along with my step dad and me and my brothers always argue like most families. My Step father's name is David and he is a baker. My mom usually stays at home but she is a street vendor and goes to festivals in New York and New Jersey. My family use to drag me with them to festivals and work since I was around 12. This caused me to resent them because I saw other kids enjoying their summer and staying out late. However now I understand that they tried to teach me responsibility and needed my help.