Growing Up Friends

While trying to figure out why I can't see drafts in my list of posts available to edit, I found this old unfinished post and thought it was worth dusting off and adding to our archives.  It's been too long for me to remember the circumstances surrounding the original writing, but it is still entirely applicable.  And I still love my family.

11.14.07

When I was a younger gal, it always drove me crazy to have the "grown-ups" tell me that one day my siblings would be my best friends.  Now, I don't remember feeling incredibly picked on or teased by my sisters as a kid.  On the contrary, Emily and I were typically pretty close.  We played well together and shared a bed even after moving into our own rooms.  But Angela was so much older than me (you know, a whoppin' 6 years) and Jeremy . . . we fought . . . physically.  In my mind there was no chance that the 4 of us would ever want to spend time together once we didn't have to.

Then I moved out.

I remember one of the first times I came home from college my little brother invited me to go to a movie with some of his friends.  It was a complete shock to my system.  It's not like we really hated each other once we outgrew hitting each other, but I never would have predicted a "come do something with my friends" moment.  

Somewhere over the years, we went from desperately wanting to get away from each other to actively wanting to spend time together.

After everyone left on Sunday, I realized (again . . . because this certainly isn't the first time I've come to this conclusion) that my siblings really are my friends.  We are all such different people and living in such different places in life, but I always enjoy the time we have to spend together.  Who knew that the "grown-ups" from so long ago could have guessed how everything would turn out.