Growing up with siblings is such an incredible experience. You constantly have someone to talk to, share laughs with, be silly with, get in trouble with, hide from your parents with, and tell your secrets to. Regardless of if your siblings are older or younger, depending on who they are as a person slightly dedicates what kind of sibling they are, and growing up with a very mature and responsible sibling is kind of liking having another parent....
..but not at all in a bad way! For myself, I give so much credit to my older sister for actually getting me out of bed in the morning, reminding me of things my absent mind forgets, helping me find things I lost, and most importantly, shaping me into the person I am today. I am a very lucky person to have such a close bond with my sister where I can truly count on her for anything, no matter how little or how small. When your sibling is so much more grown-up than you are and not necessarily in years, but all around, it can be a little intimidating, but for me, I didn't mind being the wild, clueless one and she didn't mind her role either.
My sister took on the responsibility of being my sister, and my parent when she wanted to, and when she had no choice. Growing up she always made sure I was happy. She never once wanted to see me upset, so if I was having a bad day, it was all she could do to cheer me up, or kick someone's ass for me. Either way she was going to do something about it. Siblings just know when something is wrong with you and no matter how hard you try to hide they're going to find out, or annoy you until they do. They just know you all too well, inside and out.
As a parent, she was on top of me about everything, and for good reason. She never wanted to see me fail, she knew I could do better and she believed in me endlessly. If I made a bad grade, if I made a bad decision, if I was hanging with the wrong people, dating the wrong guy, or just being plain reckless, you best believe she was the first to tell me.
I was such a whimsical child growing up, and to be honest, I'm not exactly sure how much I've changed, but no matter how far I strayed away from what I knew, how much I pushed my boundaries or how completely lost I felt, my sister was the one who was always able to piece me back together, and guide me home. That's something siblings just do one for another, and you don't know why they consistently keep dealing with your crap but they do, and they would do it every single day for rest of their lives if it made you happy or helped you keep going. So to all the siblings who were the oldest and had hellion younger siblings, to the middle siblings who got blamed for everything, and the youngest ones who were always told to just grow up, you all rock, regardless if you know it or not.
My sister is my right hand, my better half, and my favorite people. Growing up without you is imaginable, and getting through life now without you would impossible. Thanks for being the best sister, and second parent I could have ever asked for, you're amazing and you don't hear it enough.
