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I was the first and favorite grandchild of eight. When I was four my parents were building a house and staying with my father's mother. There wasn't space for two kids (my brother was a baby) so I lived with my mother's parents and two of her siblings. I was spoiled rotten. Even after the house was finished and I moved back with my parents my grandmother would take me places and do things with me that the others didn't get to do. It wasn't fair, but that was the way it was.
When we all married I had no children. The middle brother had the first two grandchildren and the sun rose and set on them until the youngest had his first child. The pattern of my childhood replayed with this girl and her younger brother. They could do no wrong, they were wonderful, etc.
I tried talking to my mother about how unfair it was to behave this way. She wouldn't listen. The youngest brother wouldn't point out the favoritism. After all, he and his deserved it!
Looking back, my mother was her mother's favorite, so I, as her child, became the favorite grandchild. My mother, in turn, favored my youngest brother. My other brother, the middle child, bonded with our father.
An unfortunate side effect of this kind of thing: My grandmother died when I was 10 and my father 1.5 years later. We were then pushed into the roles of the people with whom we had bonded so strongly. I always said that my youngest brother was the only one who was allowed to remain a child.
When we all married I had no children. The middle brother had the first two grandchildren and the sun rose and set on them until the youngest had his first child. The pattern of my childhood replayed with this girl and her younger brother. They could do no wrong, they were wonderful, etc.
I tried talking to my mother about how unfair it was to behave this way. She wouldn't listen. The youngest brother wouldn't point out the favoritism. After all, he and his deserved it!
Looking back, my mother was her mother's favorite, so I, as her child, became the favorite grandchild. My mother, in turn, favored my youngest brother. My other brother, the middle child, bonded with our father.
An unfortunate side effect of this kind of thing: My grandmother died when I was 10 and my father 1.5 years later. We were then pushed into the roles of the people with whom we had bonded so strongly. I always said that my youngest brother was the only one who was allowed to remain a child.