7 Reasons To Appreciate Your Older Sister

7 Reasons To Appreciate Your Older Sister

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Everyone loves to be spoiled, spoiled with items, love, and a lot of attention, but no one can have this forever, right? That’s why my parents, after four years of spoiling one little girl, decided to bring another daughter into the mix.

I’m sorry to my older sister, Lakyn, who had to give up some of the attention she was used to having so that I could have some, too. I appreciate my older sister for countless reasons, but here are seven very important reasons.

1. She was my first friend.

Making friends can be hard when you’re young because you have to learn to build your social skills. This is why having a sister is so great: she will never hesitate to tell you the things you should and should not say. She will always correct you if you misuse a word, and she will give her opinion on every single thing you say. Gift and a curse? But a blessing, nevertheless.

2. She takes the pressure off me.

Growing up, I feel like I was a pretty well-behaved child, but maybe I felt this way because my sister was always the one getting into trouble. Any time she got scolded, my parents would look at me and say something like, “I hope you’re learning from this too!” Trust me, I learned a lot from watching my sister; for example, I found out early that if you want to sneak out of the house, make sure you put the screen back in your window when you’re done, and be sure not to stomp down all the landscaping in front of the window. Thanks, Lake!

3. She helps me when I’m scared.

When I was little, I was scared to death to sleep in my own bed by myself, so my sister would sleep with me. I wasn’t allowed to snuggle with her, of course, but when she would fall asleep I would make sure I was touching her somehow, so I knew she was still there. When I went to college I was terrified I wouldn’t make good enough grades or make any new friends, but Lakyn always told me I would be fine, I could do it, and I would meet friends if I put myself out there. She seems like she’s never afraid, which I envy. She’s always taking trips and never thinking twice about anything that could go wrong.

4. She doubles my clothing inventory.

Having a sister with cute and expensive taste is actually very beneficial for me as well. This means we can share! Whenever I cannot find anything to wear or I just need more options, I can walk right across the hall and into a whole new world. She has more shoes than I do hairs on my head. She has pants, shirts, sweaters, and dresses of every color. She’s usually very generous with letting me borrow things, but sometimes when she has somethings she’s just too in love with to let me wear, I respectfully wait until she leaves the house to go in a take it… She’s the best dressed sister around!

5. We laugh until we can’t breathe.

Lakyn and I might argue quite often, but we can also get one another laughing pretty easily as well. We are constantly laughing at our mom, at our childhoods, or at the gym floors at First Baptist – sorry for the inside jokes. She says the most hilarious things, and most of the time I have no clue where she comes up with her signature phrases. My favorite memory of laughing with my sister is definitely a certain trip to Steak n Shake where I made a fool of myself and embarrassed my family, but Lakyn kept laughing at me, so of course that just made me continue. She is so entertaining. I can’t help laughing when we spend time together.

6. We can keep secrets.

One thing that is truly great about having an older sister is being able to talk to her about millions of different things. I talk to her about my failures, successes, and things I wouldn’t want anyone else to know. I know if I’m thinking of doing something completely against what my parents would want for me, I can tell Lakyn. Keeping secrets from your parents really brings siblings closer together. I also love hearing her latest secret shenanigans. Hey, Lake, let’s get matching tattoos and not tell Mom, okay?

7. We are 100% different from each other.

My sister is six-foot tall and blonde… The complete opposite of my physical appearance, but appearance is not what I mean when I say we’re different. Our personalities are very divergent. My sister is impulsive, adventurous, and my mom says irresponsible. I’m OCD and usually won’t do something until I’ve asked a million questions. She’s constantly doing something wild or traveling to a random place with her friends. She once invited me to her house in Evansville, Indiana to spend Halloween with her, and then she gave us all the great idea that we should drive all night to Florida so we could “Boo at the beach.” We made it three hours in the car, slept at a rest stop, and headed back home the next morning… She does inspire me to be more fearless and care less about planning. I guess opposites attract because sometimes we actually enjoy each other.

Sometimes I scream until I’m red in the face because Lakyn does stuff like borrow my black dress and accidentally bleach it, and sometimes we argue in front of people, and they think we might start swinging. In all honesty, however, she is my bestie. The good overpowers the bad, and we actually love each other. Yes, we do! Thanks, Lakey. Thanks for still acting interested when I talk about 20-year-old experiences and thank you for always treating me like we have the same last name. Half-sister has never crossed my mind because I love you with my WHOLE heart!

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The Thank You My Dad Deserves

While our moms are always the heroes, our dads deserve some credit, too.

Dear Dad,

You’ve gone a really long time without being thanked. I'm not talking about thanks for things like opening the Gatorade bottle I couldn't or checking my tires when my car’s maintenance light is flashing, but rather the thanks I owe you for shaping me into the person I am today.

Thank you for teaching me what I deserve and for not letting me settle for anything less.

While the whole world was telling me I wasn’t good enough, you were there to tell me I was. Whether this was with boys, a friend, or anything else, you always built my confidence to a place I couldn’t build it to on my own. You showed me what my great qualities were and helped me feel unique. But most of all, you never let me settle for anything less than what I deserved, even when I wanted to. Without you, I wouldn’t be nearly as ambitious, outgoing or strong.

Thank you for giving me someone to make proud.

It’s hard to work hard when it’s just for myself, but so easy when it’s for you. All through school, nothing made me happier than getting a good grade back because I knew I got to come home and tell you. With everything I do, you give me a purpose.

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Thank you for showing me what selflessness looks like.

You are the prime example of what putting your family first looks like. If me wanting something means that you can’t get what you want, you’ll always sacrifice. From wearing the same t-shirts you’ve had since I was in elementary school so I could buy the new clothes I wanted, to not going out with your friends so you could come to my shows, you never made a decision without your family at the forefront of your mind. If there is one quality you have that I look up to you for the most, it’s your ability to completely put your needs aside and focus entirely on the wants of others.

Thank you for being the voice in the back of my head that shows me wrong from right.

Even though many of your dad-isms like “always wear a seatbelt” easily get old, whenever I’m in a situation and can’t decide if what I’m doing is right or wrong, I always can hear you in the back of my head pointing me in the right direction. While I may not boost your ego often enough by telling you you’re always right, you are.

Thank you for being real with me when nobody else will.

Being your child hasn’t always been full of happiness and encouragement, but that’s what makes you such an integral part of my life. Rather than sugarcoating things and always telling me I was the perfect child, you called me out when I was wrong. But what separates you from other dads is that instead of just knocking me down, you helped me improve. You helped me figure out my faults and stood by me every step of the way as I worked to fix them.

Most of all, thank you for showing me what a great man looks like.

I know that marriage may seem very far down the road, but I just want you to know that whoever the guy I marry is, I know he’ll be right because I have an amazing guy to compare him to. I know you’re not perfect (nobody is), but you’ve raised me in a such a way that I couldn’t imagine my kids being raised any differently. Finding a guy with your heart, drive, and generosity will be tough, but I know it will be worth it.

Dad, you’re more than just my parent, but my best friend. You’re there for me like nobody else is and I couldn’t imagine being where I am now without you.

Love you forever,

Your little girl

Cover Image Credit: Caity Callan

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Fiction On Odyssey: Until The End

It's nice to have a peaceful day, but nothing is peaceful when you're with your best friend.


I walk cheerfully throughout the house, humming Beethoven's fifth symphony. It's not every day where I can have a good day. With school, job, volunteer work and other stuff, it's hard to find a day where I can relax. As I enter the kitchen, I notice Michael leaning against the counter drinking orange juice.

"Well, I see you let yourself into the house," I state as I walk towards the cabinet to get a glass. I fill it up to the brink and take large gulps.

"That's what happens when you give me your house key," He says, smiling sweetly.

"I gave it to you for emergencies!" I say with fake anger.

"I was thirsty!" Michael exclaimed back.

"Being thirsty is not an emergency."

"It is if food is your life!"

"You're unbearable."

"I know."

We both look at each other and burst out laughing. Michael is leaning against the chair trying not to fall but failed miserably. Now, he is rolling on the floor, laughing so hard, no noise is even coming out. I'm leaning on the counter, trying to breathe but failing miserably.

We finally calm down, try to start breathing properly and wipe tears from our eyes. I turn my head and see my older brother staring at us as if we were going insane before telling us,

"I wanted some peace, so I thought to myself why not go home, but then I remembered that you live in it too."

Michael sticks his tongue out at him, and he sticks his back out before going upstairs to his room. We both sigh and sit down on the couch in the living room and stare at the TV. Usually, we would find something stupid to do, but we just sat there. Michael's head leaned against my shoulder, which looks like he is hunched over due to the fact that he is taller than me. I sat there continuing to hum Beethoven's fifth symphony when I heard the front door knob jiggle.

Michael lifts his head and turns to see who's going to come in. The front door view was blocked by a wall, so we couldn't see who would come in from our vantage point. We both have our heads peeking from the top of the couch, watching silently to see who comes in.

"I hope it's the FBI!"

He turns to stare at me with an incredulous look, saying, "Are you insane? Did you do something to draw the attention of them?"

I look at him from the corner of my eyes and whisper to him, "I've never seen anyone kick a door in before. It's so exciting! And no, I didn't do anything."

"Knowing you, I bet you did," Michael whispers back.

"Shut up or they'll know we're home."

We continue to stare until the door opens. We both hold out breaths and lower our heads in an attempt to hide.

"The door wasn't broken, so we can rule out the FBI," Michael states. I roll my eyes at him and stare to see whoever walks through the door.

"Kids, I'm home!"

My eyes widen. She's home early. She must have had a quiet day today at work.

"Hi, mom!" I hear my brother yell from upstairs. My mom chuckles and looks towards us with a questioning look in her eyes, to which Michael replies with while pointing his finger at me,

"She thought you were the FBI." I shoot Michael a glare. My mom laughs at this and whispers to herself as she walks upstairs to get cleaned us, "What am I going to do with you kids."

We sat there on the couch, the house quiet minus the yelling from my brother who is probably playing Fortnite.

"You ever wonder about the future?" Michael asks me with a thoughtful expression.

"I do, sometimes," I reply back.

"You ever notice how we are told to follow our dreams and work hard, but in the end, it doesn't matter? People just say that, but don't mean it, because it's all about money to them."

"Ya. Why can't we make money doing what we love? It might not be a lot, but at least every day won't be dreadful," I reply back softly.

"Well, I say screw all of them. It's going to be a long and painful journey, but we have to hope that in the end, it will all be worth it, plus I've got you to drag me out of trouble."

"I couldn't agree with you more," I replied, smiling at him, wondering where I found an amazing friend.

"I help up my pinky finger to her, smile, and say, "Until the end?"

He looks and me, smiles, and hooks his pinky around mine and says to me, "Until the end."

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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