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Being in a supportive environment is important to our growth as individuals, not everyone has had that opportunity and as adults we try and create an environment that will nurture and bless our children and indeed ourselves.
Growing up being the middle child in a 3 bedroom apartment meant that you had to share with the youngest. Up to the age of around 11 years old I had to share with my little brother. With only a 4 year age difference between me and Robert it seemed much bigger than that of the 6 years that stood between me and my sister, and I thought that I was much more mature than I really was. When my sister left for university it coincided with me turning 11 and going into secondary school and I finally got my own room. I was so excited, finally in a space that was all mine and I could lay my things out just so and not have anyone trouble it, or so I thought.
For a long while after I got my room for some reason, Robert wanted to have his own room and come into my room as well. What I didn’t know back then that I know now, is that he just wanted to spend time with his bigger sister, and with all the little trinkets and things I collected it must have seemed like a treasure trove. But, like many young girls going though the transition into pre-teens I looked at his desire to hang out in my room with annoyance and everyone knew that little brothers were pests.As we both grew older we began to really appreciate our space and they became our go-to places to cool off, understand, and finally be the space where you were not going to be judged or criticized. My room was where I hung out, played music, swooned over the poster of the latest pop star and did my homework, and on special occasions would allow my brother to come in and hangout.