We had friends from Vienna as guests.
I can´t recall where this pic was taken, reckon somewhere in the Harz mountains.
Dad to the left.
My Brother was two years old, cute and got ALL he wanted. The Prince, so to say.
Me... I stood behind lonely.
Think at one point I cried or ran away, it was frustrating.
Think Mum took Bro away and the Austrian women took care of me... but, as you see...
Having such a gap in years as young kids can be very frustrating. Maybe you went through that, also.
You have to take care of your sibling, all the failures done on you are not done on him and he was allowed EVERYTHING I was not.
He was still cute, I was not anymore.
That is frustration!
Colleague J has two kids 7 years apart - on purpose.
Well... Ingo is 7 years ahead of his Brother, too. Had to change nappies and all.
J´s Hubby has a time out and stays home and she works home 3 days a week too, so the older Son doesn´t have the "mini-parent-job".
Still.
It took till my Brother´s teenage-years till we got along!
All good now.
I will even get proper sun glasses for (Germany and) Perth from him.
I hate those brown glasses, Bro (optometrist and goldsmith) has the new technology, yippee!!!
In case it gets confusing:
My Dad was optometrist, gold smith, watch maker, hearing aid acousticians.
The title... I was "a failure". Most women went to Denmark to get rid of "it".
Dad said, OK, let´s get married then. And here I am. A girl...
Those were the 70´s.
Dad wanted no other child, Mum cheated and luckily it was a boy.
He became "the prince".
Once I nearly got a heart-attack.
Bro kept losing in a game and called Dad an "as#hole".
I was not even allowed to refer as to "him", I had to say "Dad".
Didn´t know what to do!!!! Yell for Mum, jump inbetween and get beaten?
Dad jumped up, ran two rounds through the living room, sat down, we played another game and he let my Brother win.
Can you relate?
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Ah, the first son in a family. The Little Prince. There are 6 years between my brother and myself, I'm the youngest. My mother used to say she carried my brother on a satin pillow. She thought she couldn't have more children and then me. My father was disappointed I wasn't a boy. Though he came around because I was the Little Princess. When my parents were elderly and I was taking care them, Dad told me when I was born, he was disappointed I wasn't a boy, but he was so grateful I was his daughter and taking care of him and my mother. My brother did nothing to help them.
The youngest is always spoiled.
I think that's often true - it takes till one is older for siblings to become closer. Too much competition when you are kids!
My mom was 14 years older than her brother. According to her, he was spoiled rotten.
What you went through as the 1st child in the family, my elder son went through too. It was tough on him and we parents regretted not be able to address the problem earlier. The 1st born felt neglected and rejected and not loved when everyone focuses on the new baby or younger sibling. Thank God, now that both my sons have become adults, they are able to connected better with each other.
CJ, I am glad my Brother did h... no, I helped, my Brother did the big job when our parents fell sick with cancer.
I had to drive, he lived at their place.
My Dad was not isappoited I was a girl. But he was happiest to have a Son...
Sad your Brother did not help you!
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RedPat, yes, guess that is true (we have no kids).
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Jeanie, yes - at least we are friends now (mostly ;-)....)
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Bill, wow, 14 years!!! The cute-factor is gone for good by then!
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Nancy, I have no kids, so I cannot judge but from the "kid´s" pov...
I think it´s natural the fist one is the one the parents learn on.
I never had such troubles with my siblings. Sister was almost four years older but with mental challenges and learning problems so soone enough we were "equal" then my brother is only 19 months younger than me so we also got along once he could walk and talk, but I didn't have to do any parenting like changing nappies, just to watch out when we were all playing in the yard in case of accidents.
"just watching out", yes, that can be some challenge, too! We often played in the street - despite we had a garden.
So nice looking at old photos, brings back alot of memories. My childrens ones I've passed onto them as they are adults.
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