For today’s iPhone Photo Phun linky over at A Belle, A Bean, & a Chicago Dog I’m uploading a photo I took with my iPhone over a year ago in Ella’s room. It’s one of my favorite action shots of my children.
They are not looking at the camera with smiles pasted obediently on their faces – they are inhabiting their “real” lives. At first glance it just looks like two sisters playing together – it could be titled, Dress Up:
But if you take a closer look, you’ll see that it’s really a portrait of what a big sister has to put up with when she has a little sister…look at the expression on Fiona’s face:
It could be titled, How A Big Sister Really Feels, Sometimes.
Like Ella, I had a big sister – I remember feeling like I’d rudely crashed the private party she had been having for three years with my parents, and that feeling permeated my relationship with her throughout our lives and is even there today.
For nearly three years, Fiona and I were two peas in a pod – I nursed her until she was 18 months, and she had my undivided attention. I was all hers.
So, with my two daughters, I sometimes find myself siding with Ella when they have spats – because as a little sister myself I know what it’s like, to be the younger one, the unwelcome interloper. I know it isn’t fair and at least I’m conscious of my bias, which comes out of my own birth order.
I can see how the oldest has to “put up with” the youngest, though, and unlike the second born, will always remember when it was just the two of us.