If anyone were to ask me about myself, some of the first words from my mouth would be “I have two older brothers”. The reason for this is that they are ingrained the fabric of who I am as a person. They were some of my fiercest competition growing up, pushing me to work harder and strive for more by setting the bar high. They were my greatest mentors offering wisdom whenever they felt as though they could make my struggles in life just a little bit easier with some words of advice. They were my shoulders to cry on when things got hard and I didn’t quite understand why things had happened the way they had. My brothers bring me a sense of pride because I celebrate their accomplishments as though they are my own. Although we are all so different, we are always able to find the things that unite us. Through all of our successes and failures, regardless of all of our strengths and weaknesses, we have always loved and cared for each other. It’s not always perfect, we have our moments and fights, but at the end of the day we are always there for each other. They have been there for me since day one. My brothers are some of my best friends and although I didn’t get to pick them, I know I couldn’t have made a better choice. I feel fortunate to have such great siblings because I know not everyone is so lucky, but if you are, then you know why siblings are so important.
This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Waterloo chapter.