For the first 11 years of my life, I was an only child. Sure, I had some cousins that could be considered “sisters”, but otherwise I was alone.
And then came Arabella..and a year later Clara…and then Sophia. Suddenly I was a 14 year-old girl with three baby sisters. As a girl who was only ever focused on her crush at school or when her next sleepover was going to be, suddenly I had 6 little eyes that were all on me. And to be honest, thinking about that in hind sight terrifies me. I was probably not the best role model, and even today I feel like I don’t deserve to have three little girls who love their “sissy” so much.
These sisters of mine are all only a year apart, but they couldn’t be more different from each other. Watching them grow from babies into walking humans with words and thoughts and personalities has been a joy and I’m so blessed that I get to witness it first hand. Arabella is a bit spunky, but you can tell she knows she’s the oldest sister now that Ive been moved out almost 2 years. You can see her spouts of leadership come out every once in a while. Clara, she’s the sensitive one. I can tell she has a soft heart just like mine and I pray and hope that it stays that way. And baby Sophia, man is she silly! If she’s not telling you a joke then she’s making a silly face or sound. She loves to laugh and loves to make people laugh even more. They really are each so different from each other. Each special in their own ways.
Since I’ve moved out, I’ve come to miss them a lot and cherish the time I do get to spend with them. They have grown up so fast and seemingly even faster now that I don’t see them everyday. As I have gotten older, I have had a lot of different experiences. These things have taught me so many lessons. Lessons that I pray will not be as hard on my sweet little sisters. As I grow, I see how cruel people can be and how hard life can get sometimes, and it makes me that much more thankful when they still want to play “mermaids” in the pool or play hide and seek in my house. I pray that they will hold onto that part of them for as long as possible because eventually the world is going to try and beat it out of them. But until that day comes, I will cherish these moments.
I may have never had that close-in-age sibling. I may have never had to “cover” for an older sibling or argue with someone about wearing my clothes to school. But hind sight is 20/20 and I wouldn’t want it any other way than what I got. I get to watch my little baby sisters grow up and be able to remember every little memory, that they will probably forget with time. I get to invest time in them and help guide them when girls are mean at school or when the first boy breaks their heart.
Since they’re only a year apart each, I know they are going to have more memories without me than with. I know they are going to have that close sibling bond forever that I missed out on. But that doesn’t matter. I will always be their big sissy, and that’s the best thing I could ever be.