We’ve all seen that classic chart. The diagram that points out your obvious qualities and traits based on where in the birth order you fell. For me, it always looks a little something like this:
..along with loud, controlling, eager to please. As the oldest, you’re forced to set an example, whether you like it or not. Your siblings look to you to be their first best friends, their first peer mentors.
As my younger brothers grow more into their own, I’m compelled to look into these type of theories and charts to see what they may be struggling with simply based on how they were born into our family. Today it hit me, while I was texting them asking if they wanted to go to the mall with me later. We joked around and texted back and forth poking fun at one another. It hit me just how much I loved my brothers and how much I love being the oldest for them. It’s never been easy having to figure out things on my own. Learning to drive first, moving out first, going to college first; it’s hard doing it by yourself. But I wouldn’t change it for a second if it meant that I wasn’t able to be a leader to my brothers.
They are so cool. And I mean it. They have their own personality quirks that I don’t always agree with, but I do feel like they look up to me. And I take that responsibility seriously.
The other day my brother asked me where was a good place to bring a girl for a date. What is this? A lifetime movie? Is this the Disney Channel? I had to pinch myself to make sure I was reading the words correctly. He was asking me for advice on a sensitive topic and it made me die with happiness.
Being the oldest is such a blessing to me. Being able to help shape them as young men is a big responsibility, but being given the chance to do so is such an amazing, wonderful part of my life.