I am the eldest of 4…. Me, Min, Only Son and Cat.
Most of the year I blithely cruise along being whatever age I feel like being – happy and blissful. But, then a sibling goes and ruins my illusion by having a birthday and Wham! I am slapped in the face with the reality that I am older than that.
I was moseying along, as only toddlers can, when Min was brought home. I do not remember anything about mum's pregnancy nor the arrival of Min in the house.
I do, however, remember that when I was about 3 she came to "visit" my room with her possessions and she never left.
Only Son was born and took over the 3rd bedroom and then little Cat came along and sealed the deal on the final spare room in the house.
I suffered from a severe sense of entitlement because I was the eldest, but that room of my own was never to be. Min and I were destined to go through teenage years in the one room fighting as only teenage sisters can – each wishing the other would disappear. Today, in Australia, it is Min's birthday and I wish her only the best.
Here is one of Min's birthdays from many years ago…. that is me with the plaits and little Cat is straining to see over the chair.
Not content with the view from that side of the table, Cat has changed sides in this shot:
This is Min and I with family friend Phyl (Phyllis). I was incredibly jealous of Min's much blonder hair. This feeling was especially acute because I seemed to spend a lot of my childhood with atrocious cuts! Presumably this is one I had done myself because surely no stylist would deliberately cut this badly! There's a lot of tartan in this shot!