I’m so grateful to be a part of a sibling relationship where we can yell at each other. Hear me out.
I am the oldest of three; the younger two being my brothers. They are both twice my size and can do math. They impress me every day.
We have a group chat with the three of us to keep up with each other’s lives, make jokes, and call each other out. It’s important to keep such stellar human beings humble. Even if we drive each other up a wall, I know they’ll show up when I need them. We always show up.
I’m learning a lot of siblings aren’t like this. Recently, I experienced a sibling relationship where almost everything was brushed under the rug. One sibling would say something in the most passive aggressive way that would tear the other a part.
For days the words of one loved brother would stay with another but they wouldn’t say anything because that’s just how they operate.
Dinners and family get-togethers are attended as if a black cloud is overhead yet everyone ignores it and pretends the family is picture perfect.
So, that brings me to a new conclusion and my feisty self is thrilled. It’s important to fight.
I firmly believe it’s healthy to fight as long as it’s done properly. Sometimes, a certain person I know (not me, never me that’s irrational) expresses themselves with a great amount of passion. If this person (not me, never me) doesn’t let people know how they feel, their head would explode. I’m sure of it.
What I’m saying is, there’s something to be said about getting those feelings out, apologizing, making a change, and then moving on.
I’m proud to say that while my brothers and I can throw down with the best of them, when it’s over, it’s over. We don’t bring it back up because it’s forgiven.
I genuinely don’t know where this trio relationship comes from because we had nothing to model it after but I truly am grateful. Sometimes you have to be called on your mess.
Sometimes it takes an annoying little brother to put you in your place.
But as long as you can do that, and then that same brother show up for the birth of your child, a christening, or a graduation, then you’re doing something right.
So here’s to all of my hotheaded friends out there (except me, never me). May we fuss with grace!
Courtney Warren is a contributing writer with The Bolivar Commercial. She may be contacted at firstname.lastname@example.org