The good thing about having a sibling is that there would always be an extra hand to offer help on either household chores or even on assignments and projects. Bunso was extra thankful to his kuya Firstborn for helping him with his Filipino project.
Bunso needs to create a patalastas / announcement. I mentioned to him before that I will not help him with his project but he could always approach his brothers for help. His kuya Firstborn was kind enough to accommodate him. They researched on the internet about ways to create a patalastas, brainstormed together, and made a mock-up presentation. Later, after having their mom’s approval, Bunso started with his project. To make it more interesting, husband provided wood stand for the cartolina to stand on its own.
Aside from doing school works, what are the benefits of having a dear sibling? Momi Berlin enumerates a few:
benefits of having siblings
extra helping hands
Just like with the assignment, having a brother means an extra set of hands to help especially if the parents are busy with other things. After all, family means working together. And no one teaches that lesson faster than a sibling!
When two boys first attended school, they weren’t too afraid to be left alone because they have a bigger brother attending in the same school. They also have an instant companion and friend at the school service. And wherever they go – mall, parties and even park – they have instant playmates.
full of laughter
Honestly, I love to hear the laughter of my boys. They are simply contagious. They would laugh while washing the dishes and even while doing the laundry. They giggle and laugh harder as they see something funny. They would even laugh at their silly jokes.
Our small house may be messier and noisier with five boys living with their mom and dad. The laughter may irritate me sometimes when I need to concentrate. The mess irritates me even more when I would just like to sleep in a tidy house. But still, I wouldn’t trade the noise and mess for anything else. They are the laughter and mess of the children I call my boys and who call me “mama.”