I grew up knowing my Mum preferred my younger sister.
She was always sticking up for her and taking her side, and telling me off in the process. Blatant favouritism.
Then I had two children of my own and I suddenly had an entirely new perspective on the situation; because us older siblings can be just plain mean.
As the eldest child, I considered it part of my job to torment my sister. This took various forms: saving my sweets while she scoffed all hers then slowly eating mine in front of her; refusing to let her talk to me at school; convincing her I could forecast the weather (?); generally treating her like my dogsbody.
Older kids: do not pretend you didn’t do that as well.
Now I see Big Sis employing some of the same tactics, and I’m constantly having to jump in just to level the playing field. I find myself telling Big Sis off more often because I see aaaaaaall her little tricks: ordering Lil Sis around; kicking her sister under the table; encouraging her to do naughty things then disavowing any knowledge when Lil Sis gets caught.
So, I guess – with this new-found crystal-clear hindsight – I have some apologies to make…
Sorry Mum. Sorry Kirsten. And, no, I don’t know what the weather will be like this weekend.