The perks of being the eldest child

Lisa and I are both the eldest children in our respective families. Both of us can remember that there are special perks associated with being the eldest.

In my case, every Saturday night, my Dad would slip out of the house and bring back fish suppers for him and my Mother, then they'd call me down as well for my share. My two sisters would be innocently sleeping upstairs while I, the eldest, was able to munch away on junk food. And I don't think they ever found out!

Lisa remembers similar benefits of being the oldest daughter in her house. The getting to stay up late, special treats, and an extra special bond with her Mother were some of the perks she had.

We find the tradition is continuing into our time as parents. We're sitting in the house tonight, watching TV and drinking a nice bottle of red wine. At one point, the munchies hit us, and I fired up the chip pan to make a quick, unhealthy snack. As I was making it, I could hear a bit of bumping about upstairs and surmised that Rachel was still awake. She's been reading herself to sleep lately, but tonight she was obviously still wide awake and messing around in her room.

So, I hissed up the stairs "...are you still awake? Come out here now!" She wasn't even remotely worried about being in trouble, so I asked her if she fancied some chips. She bolted down the stairs in case I changed my mind, and I presented her with a small plate already libarally sprinkled in vinegar. She dashed into the living room and nestled herself between Lisa and I and munched away while Lisa caught up on Dancing On Ice.

The whole time, she wittered away, chatting about the show. She loves Dancing On Ice, and she was happy to babble and talk away. Sitting there in her stripy pajamas, Rach was in her element, all smiles and giggles until it was time for bed again, then she disappeared again without too much fuss.

Isn't it great being the eldest? Do you have any memories of times your parents gave you a treat?