Thoughts On Being the Oldest of EIGHT!

There are so few who know what it’s like to grow up in a family with lots of children which means there are even less people who know what it’s like to be the oldest of lots of siblings. I asked my oldest daughter to write about what it’s like to be the oldest of eight children.

Eight children. Ages eighteen to a mere four years. Someone has to be the oldest.

And that someone, as it turns out, is me.

For the sixteen or so years that I’ve held the position of Oldest Child and Sometimes Surrogate Parent, I’ve discovered a lot of things and learned plenty of lessons. Today, I want to share a few of them with you in the form of pros and cons, giving you a glimpse into the life of a large family – and of the oldest sibling in that family.

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                                                                                 And thus it begins…

#1: CON – WAY MORE RESPONSIBLITY

If you’re the oldest siblings, chances are you’ve babysat for your parents a few gazillion times. Now, it’s not the babysitting I mind so much – it’s the responsibility involved. Instead of reading a book or watching the newest episode of your favorite TV show, you’ve got to make sure your little brothers don’t murder each other over the rights to a Lego brick or drown themselves in the bathtub. Exhausting, right?

#2: PRO – PRIVILEGES GALORE

Only one cookie left on the cookie tray? It’s mine. Who gets to stay up an extra hour to watch a movie? Me. How about special outings with our grandparents? They usually pick me. (It helps that I’m no longer in school. And I do have to say that those kind of privileges have evened out between the five oldest now, but back in the day, it was almost all me.) Even though I have all that responsibility, there’s plenty of benefits that come with all that.

#3: CON – YOU’RE NOT ALLOWED TO DO SOMETHING FOR FOREVER, BUT ONCE YOU DO, ALL YOUR YOUNGER SIBLINGS CAN DO IT, TOO

If you’ve never experienced this, you don’t know frustration. Let me give you an examples to illustrate, okay? First of all, I was never almost never allowed to watch Disney/Pixar films when I was a kid. But now that I’ve watched so many, my little brothers are allowed to watch a plethora of animated films for which I would’ve given my right to the last cookie on the cookie tray.

#4: PRO – YOU DO GET TO DO SAID THINGS BEFORE ANYONE ELSE

Which is pretty cool, even if it means your siblings will be able to wear nylons, read The Hunger Games, and watch the afore-mentioned animated movies before they’re much older.

#5: CON – LITTLE TO NO PRIVACY

With so many other people in the house, privacy is an extremely scarce and precious commodity. Especially when you share one room with two younger sisters. Whether it’s Bekah playing with Legos on the floor of our room, Elisabeth grabbing her computer, or my little brothers pounding on the door to tell me their “tale of woe”, it’s difficult to snatch some alone time. Not impossible, but difficult. (And for an introvert, it’s twice as hard.)

#6: PRO – PLENTY OF ABLE MINIONS TO DO YOUR BIDDING

I do say “please”. And it’s a great perk.

Anyway, that’s my list.

Are you the oldest sibling in your family? Can you relate to any of these points? I’d love to know.

Eva

Linked to: Art of Home-Making, Hearts and Home

12 thoughts on “Thoughts On Being the Oldest of EIGHT!

      1. Yes! I have one older brother. Four younger brothers and four younger sisters! It’s a houseful. 🙂 It’s great though. I love big families. 🙂 (Technically I’m the oldest ‘child’ at home, because Reuben (the older brother) is off at college during the week. :-P)

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  1. jessica prescott's avatar jessica prescott

    I can totally relate to this–I’m the oldest girl (and second-oldest child) of 8 siblings 🙂 And I love them all very much.

    Wait–you just *give* the last cookie to the oldest kid???? WHAT IS THIS HERESY. Everybody knows the last cookie gets divided into eight teeny-tiny slices and distributed equally among the angry devouring hordes.

    (Kidding. Your way probably makes a lot more sense. We’re just kind of crazy down here, and we have a weird thing about dividing food evenly . . .)

    Great post, Eva!

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  2. Julie's avatar Julie

    I’m the middle child so I WAS the minion.
    My older sister was the boss. Hahaha. Just kidding. I don’t remember you bossing us around at all. You must have been a good older sibling or I just have a horrible memory
    I think my kids all treat each other the same though we miss having Jon around to bother They are each other’s minions.

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  3. I enjoyed this post! 😀 Being the oldest girl in the family (not the oldest CHILD, but the oldest GIRL), I have to agree with most of these. Unfortunately, I have never been able to make a minion out of my younger siblings, as they would have none of that. But I DO get to do things first (which drives them nuts), and the responsibility thing is true too. 🙂
    Thanks for the fun!
    -Amaris

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