gulfnews : The youngest sibling

Published today in gulfnews : The youngest sibling.

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I have been an avid reader of this paper for the past few years. Often I have found myself nodding and chuckling over my Friday morning chai (tea) as I read Vanaja Rao’s Off the Cuff column. Last week’s column, however, almost made me choke over my breakfast.

She insisted that younger siblings usually have it easier because the parents have had an extensive trial and error experience with the older ones.

While I was happy to read about the writer’s experience, I, being the youngest of five children (all of them girls) underwent a starkly different experience.

I was born the last of five daughters when my mother had become nearly 40 years of age and my father had advanced to 50.

My mother’s life thus far had been any-thing but easy and it had taken its toll on her, both physically and emotionally.

Though my parents loved me and welcomed me into the world with open arms, age certainly wasn’t on their side.

Adorable little child

I grew up in a big, rambling house where being the youngest, when you were a baby, was kind of nice. You were oh-so-cute and cuddly and got carried around and cooed over and pampered, but that stage didn’t last forever. Life happened and you began growing up and you were no longer that adorable little child.

My personality began to emerge and no longer fit the cute and cuddly mould. I too had a voice, an opinion to share, and strong views about things.

However, being the youngest of the lot meant I heard a lot of “You’re the youngest, let the elder ones discuss the matter,” or “Don’t interfere, you’re the youngest!” So did being the youngest mean my opinion did not matter? Did it mean my voice would not be heard?

And because we belonged to the typical eastern household, I could not utter a word of debate or adversity to my elder siblings because Mom and Dad would remind me, “Dear God! You’re the youngest and don’t you know how to respect your elders?”

It hardly helped that my older sisters were all docile and well-behaved by nature, while I was always hotheaded, outspoken and rebellious. I really don’t know if I have nature or nurture to hold responsible for it, but I managed to get into far more trouble than all my sisters put together!

It’s ironic that even now, when major decisions in the family are to be taken, I am sometimes told: “Let the elders discuss it. You are the youngest.”

Well of course, I will always be younger relative to the others, but now I am a grown woman with children of my own!

In retrospect, I sometimes wonder if the reason I got into writing and was first published in the national paper at 20 (and had only completed my A Levels) is that I always felt the need to be heard and had a burning desire to let the world know that I too existed. I found my own way in life and travelled on the path less trodden.

So, gladly, there are some positives in this situation too, as there are in just about everything.

Strong-willed nature

As I observe my younger daughter and her strong-willed nature, I am inclined to tell her to behave herself. Perhaps I should back off a little and guide her to canalise her energy constructively. Maybe I should just let her be and let her express herself and find herself in her own special way.

After all, being the youngest does not mean you don’t have a voice.

 

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14 thoughts on “gulfnews : The youngest sibling

  1. Hi Mehmudah. Nice post. I too am the youngest of five. I think the idea that the younger siblings have it easire is usually voiced by older ones who can only see the advantages and none of the disadvantages. In my own family that comes down to economics. By the time I became a teenager, my older brothers had left home and there was perhaps more money available to us and my parents were perhaps a little more relaxed. But, I was always at the bottom of the pecking order for most of my formative years. I think whatever position you hold in the family, each has it own particular advantages and disadvantages. I saw an article recently about the trials and tribulations of being a middle child.

  2. How very lovely to read about growing up as the youngest in another culture and yet find so many similarities as well! I love the richness of your heritage and this was a really great piece of writing! Many hugs, Sharon

  3. I was always jealous of the attention my baby sister got – the youngest of four. But I guess that she too had some things she didn’t like about being the youngest either.

    I enjoyed reading this.

  4. Interesting Mehmudah!..
    I’m the middle child..
    I used to fit nowhere a few years back in my teenage-hood..lol
    The elder one used to get all the respect..the younger one used to get all the pampering..and I was sandwiched and torn in between “Learn from your elder bro” or “Compromise..she’s younger to u”
    I’m glad things are much much different now..my voice seems to be the only that’s heard these days *collars up* lol
    🙂

    • Hey Nasmira! Thanks for reading and commenting. I can understand middle ones have issues and a complex of some kind isn’t far away. But it’s true that with age parents begin to count on them the most.

      The older child is the first one- too many responsibilities and too many expectations. The last is ignored. Middle ones are respected yet responsibility is less in them. Luckiest ?

  5. I enjoyed reading this! Long story short, I was simultaneously the eldest and middle child, but as the eldest I had so many responsibilities whether I liked it or not. It did have its perks though…no hand-me-downs, for example –including a hand-me-down uterus, (because I was my mom’s first, ha! get it?).

    Sounds like your youngest is lucky to have a mom who understands 🙂

    • Salam, and welcome to the blog! great, then you know exactly what I’m waxing lyrical about! Very true, the elder ones and middle ones have a whole new set of challenges too.

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