Being the youngest child has definitely had its advantages and disadvantages. If we are being real here, mainly advantages. The Parents have the first born as their trial run. Then, they perfect their ways of parenting and in the process become much more lenient with the next child. Thankfully, that next child was me.
I’m not too sure if I would have been able to handle being the first born, that is one huge responsibility! Props to all the first borns out there. Thankfully, God knew what was up and birthed me second. The first born has the pressure of being the perfect child. The first born has to set an example for all of their younger siblings. The first born has to be the golden child.
Growing up as a little sister wasn’t so bad. I believed for the majority of my childhood that my big sister was the golden child, perfect in every way and she couldn't do any wrong. I always looked up to the golden child. I would ask her for advice, and I would watch everything she did and try to replicate it.
This was the specific stage where she didn’t like me so much because she was growing up and didn’t want a small annoying child following her around everywhere. But if you were as blessed as I was, she let you tag along with her and her friends. Looking back now I would like to personally thank her and all her friends who let me tag along because I was extremely annoying. I am already annoyed thinking about how I was as a small child. God bless big sisters like mine.
As sisters we definitely had our stages where we fought and argued often, we eventually grew out of that. When she started college I was left at home to be an only child. This was when I missed the relationship with my big sister the most. Soon enough, I was the one starting college. Having a big sister to show you the reigns of how college works before going, was one of the best benefits. This strengthened our relationship so much because we were able to relate on a whole other level.
This was and is the prime of our relationship and I can honestly say that at the end of the day my sister had become my best friend. When you share your lives with each other, have heart to hearts, laugh until you can’t breathe, that’s when you know they are your best friend. My dad always told me that friends come and go, and that has to be the truest statement I have ever encountered. Friends do come and go like seasons, but true friends will stay, and family will stay forever.
My big sister is my other half and I am blessed to consider her more than just my sister but my best friend. She will always be there to back me up, and put me in my place. She will always be there to comfort me and be crazy with me. Having a best friend who comes from the same genes is amazing because not only does she care for me but she shares the same interests and we share a special bond.
But the greatest part of all about having your sister as your best friend is getting to know that whatever may happen in life, wherever life may take you, you will always be her best friend and she will always be yours. You will get into fights or arguments but when it’s all said and done, nothing is stronger than the love you have for your sister.
