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If only mere words, wishes, and tears could make babies, then I’d probably have a thousand beautiful sisters. Yeah, I said beautiful sisters. Don’t judge me until you’ve read through and understand my pain, tears, and sincere wishes.

Image of a family

I come from a family of 4- my dad, mum, elder brother, and I. We are very close and relate so well but yet the downside of not having more siblings especially sisters still plays within us.
While growing up, I always loved babies and always played and carried them anywhere I went. In fact, people always said that I am a replica of my mum who was a midwife at that time and always took care of babies. I always wanted baby sisters and it all started from nursery school and my experience so far.

Kids fighting

For me, it is not a very beautiful thing to have just boys as siblings. I mean, how do you survive practicing wrestling duels every time or the hardness that comes with male children? I wonder how siblings with up to 4-5 boys survive under the same roof. Some call it hard training but please who doesn’t pray for a soft life? The softness that comes with having sisters who you can gist so well with, shows you more heartfelt compassion, who you can learn how to treat women from, and even get tips on how to get that hot friend who you’ve been dreaming about.

Let me share my experience growing up and how it made me cry some nights hoping for a miracle to happen.

MY SIBLING EXPERIENCE

I am the last boy of only 2 boys. Eh, don’t call me a lastborn. As I’d always tell people, I’m just the second child out of two children.

Being the last child was somehow lonely, especially in school. I had no one running to my class to ask if I had water left in my water bottle, money to give, more food, or call me to meet her teacher. I always prayed and wished for this. In fact, all my classmates right from pre-school till secondary school had younger siblings and I felt left out. The unspoken joy it brings to see your younger sibling knock and ask for permission to enter, that smile that comes when your sibling is addressed as more beautiful or handsome. This and that was all I ever craved for.

Picture of children playing

I cried some nights thinking that at least if my Mum hears my cry and tells God, she will magically just get pregnant and in no time, grant my wishes. Sometimes, I’d go home sad from school only to question why she always told me two was enough for her for no reason and she doesn’t want more. I felt she was wicked and not considerate.

My elder brother, Josh, was also nice to an extent especially when he wanted my help but aside from that, it was most times WrestleMania, bragging rights, and silent threats which were fun too but I always wanted more, at least I desired peace. I defined peace as having more siblings ,especially a female sister.

Life without a younger sibling was too lonely. It felt like I had a lot of love to give and offer with no one to give. No one to fight and beat other kids for, nobody to take home every day after school. I never allowed any of these from my elder brother though, maybe because I was too mature for my age back then as I always had my trekking squad and his classmates always said I was too stubborn for my age.

Mother hugging her son

Some years later, after many tears, pleas, and wishes, my mum sat me down to explain the uncontrollable pain, emotional swings, the reproductive process that goes into childbirth, and how she and my dad had agreed not to have any more children and just take care of us. I vividly remember how much I cried in her arms and how she prayed that I’d give birth to beautiful girls as I so desire but that wasn’t still the end of it. I still wished and prayed for just one more.
Fast forward to date, I still wish for a miracle even though it looks too late. I have channeled my wishes into loving more, helping out my younger cousins, being good to kids around me, and carrying beautiful baby girls. Some of my friends call me a woman because I love carrying and playing with kids. I could just sit with babies all day, staring into their eyes and smiling with no words. Sometimes, it feels like we speak the same language. Trust me, I’m pretty good at taking care of children and I someday wish to welcome my beautiful twin girls, and have a home for kids.

I hope my wishes come true.

Thanks for reading and I hope you don’t still judge me. Much Love.