The sibling dynamic has always fascinated me…I’ve talked about it, read about it, written about it, photographed about it, hashtagged about it, you name it.
As long as I can remember it’s been a topic that resonated on a very deep level with me. (Typical Middle Child/Only Girl behavior? Hello observant, empathetic negotiator.)
When my husband and I started a family back in 2002, I hoped a sibling would soon follow. My dream, as I wrote years later, went something like this…
“I never wanted a child. I always wanted children.
Siblings, confidantes, compadres, chums. Tattlers, teachers, accomplices, antagonists. Rivals, secret-keepers, scapegoats and partners-in-crime. Mentors and tormentors.
I wanted wagon pullers, swing pushers, fort builders and sand-castle destroyers. I wanted a full table, too many backpacks, and commas on our Christmas card.
I wanted a firstborn, a middle, a baby. I wanted to marvel at both the reliable and the shattered stereotypes. I wanted shifting alliances and third wheels. Teamwork and the circling of wagons.
For better or worse, I wanted individual players in the ultimate team sport. Sharing the same space, fighting for the same oxygen. Believe it or not, I wanted splash fights, inane arguments, thrown elbows in the hallway, imaginary Do Not Cross or Else! lines…”
So here I am. Living and breathing and observing siblinghood every day. I’m fully immersed in the battles over time, energy and oxygen. It’s not always pretty, but it’s usually entertaining and sometimes enlightening.
To celebrate these lifelong relationships, I’m launching a new project that aims to capture the heart and humor of siblinghood. The Sibling Revelry Project is starting on Instagram and I hope you’ll follow along and see where we go. (@siblingrevelryproject).
I’m planning to photograph a wide range of siblings young and not-so young, so send me ideas and please spread the news …
I swear it’s not tattling!