Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Do you have a perfect sibling?
Well, I do...
When I was a child it was kind of difficult to cope with the perfect younger sister of mine, and the worst of all, she was quite nice to everyone including me! (Do you know what I mean?)
My parents have never compared us and never mentioned to me that my sister is better than me in any way. But you know what? There are always kind adults around you to remind you that she/he is better. One of parents from my mini basketball team told me "Your sister is so good at sports but... you aren't that good, are you?" Neighbours always talked about how pretty she was, and you can always tell somehow if she/he is smarter than you, can't you?
I remember searching for "something" I can say that I am better than her. I looked at music. Well, she was quite a good pianist. I looked at art. Her painting went to state's competition level. There was no way I could compete with her in sports. Academically, she was always top of the school.
... and then, I found it! Cooking. She wasn't a good cook at all! I still don't know how she can mess things up when she was following the recipe word by word. But I can tell you this, when I found out about this fact, I was so relieved that I do have something better than her.
So, needless to say, I put a lot of effort in my cooking from the age of 12 to 18. I felt so good to hear family and friends saying how yummy those foods were, and that was my source of comfort.
My sister was a nice little girl, mind you. She had never blabbed about how well she had been doing in various areas. She was a quiet and shy one too. She was really smart and could see something I couldn't see as a child even she was three years yournger than me.
Now, we are both adults and when I think about our childhood and everything, I have to wonder which one of us had more advantage in life.
She went through tough time as she could see our parents' mistakes and faults all way through her childhood. As I couldn't see those things as a child, I felt quite close to my paretns, enjoyed their company and unfortunately she didn't.
I can truely understand the pain when someone told you that you aren't pretty like your sister, and at the same time I know that we can become beautiful inside out if we choose so.
I learnt in my early life that I needed to put more effort than other people do to achieve something as I wasn't smart and talented like my sister, which benefited me greatly in my adult life.
I know the huge impact those words you hear in your childhood have and how difficult it could be to get over them and move on, but at the same time, I know that we can do it. We can always choose to let them influence us negatively or to turn it into a positive lesson.
Life is a funny thing. Things that looked like negative things could teach us great lessons if we were willing to learn and grow.
