Siblings: The Sweet Banes of Our Lives
The theoretical debate that still goes on for centuries: Siblings! Do they help you throughout life, or turn it into a disaster? Are they companions that show you the magical sides of life, or are they secret little demons aiming to make our lives a living hell? An only child would never understand the brawl. Most of the time, especially if they are boys, siblings mean trouble. If you are the smallest, you have to avoid all the potential dangers of a big brother/sister. If you are the big one, then the struggle is real. You just can not keep them under control. They may very well be a pain in the ass.
These facts got me highly anxious when I first heard that I, an only child living in his own paradise, was going to have an unwanted company to share all I have for the rest of my life. This tension even caused me to completely ignore the existence of my brother, and not feel any kind of an emotion towards him. Until one day, I figured out how irreplaceable he would be.
So I was at kindergarten, as far as I remember, and was a contented little kid. Then everything changed when I learned that my mom was pregnant. The reason why it bothered me too much was that after I told my classmates about this, the reactions weren’t so satisfying, but instead basically terrifying. The moment I announced them that I was going to be a big brother, they started to freak me out, out of this idea. One of them told me “Oh god, you’re in deep trouble, get ready to not having your parents whenever you need them.” And then the others started, “You would never wanna have a brother, they are creepy”, “He will never listen to you, they are too naughty”, and my personal favourite: “It’s too late for us, go pack your things, leave the country with a fake passport and change your name.”
Considering that I was only 6, of course I believed them. Well I didn’t leave the country, though. But now I wasn’t even a little bit excited to be a big brother. All I was thinking was ways of getting rid of him somehow because I didn’t want my parents to pay attention solely to him and ignore me. But my worries didn’t last long. Because, unfortunately, my unborn brother died inside my mom’s womb. The doctors told that he had languished inside.
I didn’t care that much about the terrible situation because I didn’t exactly know that it meant the death of a pure, innocent baby back then. But my parents were really upset. Although, it didn’t take that long for them to recover because less than a year later, my mom announced her third pregnancy. Seriously! Don’t they have anything better to do? Anyway, the anxiousness of mine kicked off again. And on September 9th, 2005, my baby brother was born, with an unusual but a compelling name, Buğra Han. Fun fact: Without the middle name (“Han”), the meaning of the name becomes “a female camel”. I’ve made fun of him for years for that 🙂
Anyways, after we came back from the hospital, my mom tried to change his diaper for the first time. But just as she opened his current diaper, he started to pee in a projectile in the shape of a rainbow, and directly onto my mom’s face. Even though it was disgusting, I literally cried out of laughter because it had happened to somebody else, not me. That was my first memory with my brother.
Days passed as I believed in what my friends told me more and more. The folks were always around him. So as a result, I didn’t really like him. I can now admit though, that I was unnecessarily jealous. I also was mad at him. He was just annoying me as he crawled around, making pesky sounds. Well, of course, my opinions about him were a bit biased. Although I sometimes couldn’t resist his overloaded cuteness, I wasn’t really caring about him. But then, one small and silly thing reminded me the important values of family.
I was sitting in my room when I saw Buğra’s face from the blurred window at the door as he approached to my room. My mom was carrying him. I wore a sour face and gazed at him. “What do you want?” I asked. Since he couldn’t speak for himself, mom did the gig. She said, “Okay, treat him as you like, but I still don’t get why you don’t like him. He loves you so much, so much that he bought this, just for you.” while holding a wrapped rectangular box. Like every kid, I adored presents. Unable to resist curiosity, I immediately opened it. It was a Beyblade set.
For those who don’t know, Beyblade is a top, the conical and sharp edged thing that spins when you pull a string. In those times, playing with Beyblade was my favorite hobby. I liked it so much that I had a huge collection. So obviously, I became really happy when I opened it up.
At that moment, I realised the fault that I stubbornly kept on doing, the fault that kept us apart. I never had an intention to get to know my brother. All this time I was avoiding him just because of some silly prejudgments. But that little present made me see the truth crystal clear. I obviously knew he couldn’t have chosen or bought that present. Nevertheless I wanted to believe that he did, because by that I realised how sweet and cute he was. He had no negative effect in my life. On the contrary he had so much to offer. He was going to be my closest friend. That present made a connection between me and my brother that should have been made long ago.
The present wasn’t the thing I cared about or that made me love him. Believe me, I could be the last person on earth to believe in achieving emotional happiness with money or stuff or whatever. That little toy just removed all the walls between us. All my prejudgments were gone. As I spent time with him, I realised that it wasn’t actually bad to have a brother. Just the opposite, it was awesome. We’ve always played games together, created awesome memories, and the best part was, thanks to him I was never alone. And now we get on really well, except the times that we fight or wrestle, or the times that he sits on my head and farts onto my face. But anyway, he is the best brother someone could ever have. And without that stupid toy, I wouldn’t have been able to know it.
So hold on to your siblings, because in your most desperate/lonely moments, your siblings will be the remedy.