In our family of four, my 9-year-old daughter is the only one in our household that has an older brother. I have a younger sister, my husband has an older sister, and obviously, my 12-year-old son has a younger sister.
The older brother/younger sister dynamic is a concept that’s been pretty foreign to me. I’ve always pictured the older brother/younger sister relationship to be like it is on television shows. She’ll have a crush on his friends. He’ll take her under his wing. She will look up to him. He will be her protector. She’ll ask him for advice. They’ll bicker, battle and fight, but it’s all love in the end. One second they may be arguing, but the next minute they are each other’s biggest supporters – and joining forces against me.
Over the last nine years I’ve seen that a lot of that older bro/younger sis dynamic is true; I’ve witnessed the “don’t do say that to my sister” or “what about my sister?” when they’ve played with a group of kids in the neighborhood. And my daughter? When my son played little league baseball, she hated when his team lost. She’s hardly the cheerleader, but when his team lost, she’d refer to those opposing teams as “cheaters” for the rest of the season.