Being a sister is one of the greatest and worst things that has ever happened to me. I’m a little sister, so I get to do everything right after watching my older sisters screw up. I’m also a big sister, so I have to set an example and be a role model, even if that means hiding my own screw-ups.
Growing up, I never realized how lucky I was to have three sisters and how incredibly unlucky my parents were to have four daughters. I’ll always remember each time my whole family would be out in public and some guy would look to my father and say, “you got your work cut out for you.” Or the sympathetic looks my mom would get when my sisters and I would bicker in the doctor’s office. I hate to be cliché, but I guess you would call that a blessing in disguise.
Don’t let that cover photo fool you, though. We’re not always perfectly primped, all smiles, hold-my-hand-for-this-picture-and-we-can-leave kind of girls. Things can get real ugly, real quick. Like in all families, we would steal each other’s clothes, hide our make-up and fight over who gets the car. Don’t even get me started on whose black leggings are whose (it’s honestly so impossible to tell and it makes me so mad I can’t sleep at night).
I would say being a sister sucks about 37.4 percent of the time. The other 62.6 percent of the time is actually pretty great. Having sisters doesn’t always mean screaming matches over trivial things like stealing each other’s clothes. Having sisters means screaming matches over things like when your sister steals your clothes and then posts a picture on Instagram wearing said clothes.
I’m just kidding (sorta). My sisters are pretty awesome. Having sisters means all day trips to the mall, begging each other for money to buy a soft pretzel. Having sisters means hitting up Dunkin Donuts happy hour. Having sisters means Facetiming each other when we change up our hair. It’s learning from each other and supporting one another. It’s so sappy, but so true, and it took me almost 20 years to realize that. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I’m away at college, my little sister is at home, and my older sisters are drinking margaritas on the beaches of Florida.
So I guess this is the part where I say thank you, right? That’s sounds so weird to say “thank you” to my sisters for simply being my sisters. I guess I want to say thank you for telling me when my outfit look’s bad. Thank you for teaching me how to do my makeup. Thank you for commenting on my pictures saying that you miss me even if I don’t comment back because I’m probably binge-watching "NCIS." Lastly, thank you for never fessing up to who broke Mom’s vase during a pillow fight when we were kids.
