The Benefits Of Having Younger Brothers, Even If They Annoy You

To My Little Brothers, Thank You For Being My Built-in Best Friends

A letter about the good, the bad, and the ugly of having two younger brothers.


First off, let me say that I love you more than anything in the entire world. Sometimes we may fight like we're grown men in a WWE ring, but I treasure each moment spent with you. I wouldn't trade being your big sister for anything in the world (except maybe meet and greet tickets to see Harry Styles or my own Tesla) other than that, nothing.

As a big sister, I play a lot of roles in your lives. Sometimes I am partner-in-crime (don't blame me if one of our schemes gets you into trouble), sometimes I try to be stand-in mom (who's going to yell at you while mom's at work?) and other times I take on the job of cheerleader/taxi driver/experimental chef extraordinaire. But one thing is for sure — I'm always on your side. I know often times we fight so badly that we don't end up speaking for hours on end, but I will always love you unconditionally. I am so grateful to be able to be a role model for both of you and show you how to navigate through life.

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As y'all grow up, it gets kind of hard to sit back and watch, honestly. It makes me realize that yes, you're growing up, which means so am I. Soon you're not going to be the cute little innocent dudes that I know so well. The world is going to take you and make you what it wants and it's scary to think about us all getting older and moving out and getting jobs possibly out of our hometown. It makes me so proud to see you two grow up and I can't wait to see the men you will grow to be. Please just know that I stand behind you in whatever you do, and when you have a kick-ass wedding I'll be the first one on the dance floor.

As your big sister, I vow to take care of you and protect you while I still can, even though you're easily way taller and stronger than me. I will forever cherish our haunted trails and frozen yogurt dates, pretending to film episodes of carpool karaoke, and me pretending to think your jokes are stupid (sometimes they really are).

Thank you for always putting me in check, because sometimes I'm not as cool as I think I am. Thank you for comforting me when I cry and never judging me when there's makeup running down my face. Thank you for always thinking of ways to prank me around the house and for putting a smile on my face.

I love you, you dweebs.

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To The Dad Who Didn't Want Me, It's Mutual Now

Thank you for leaving me because I am happy.

Thank you, for leaving me.

Thank you, for leaving me when I was little.

Thank you, for not putting me through the pain of watching you leave.

Thank you, for leaving me with the best mother a daughter could ask for.

I no longer resent you. I no longer feel anger towards you. I wondered for so long who I was. I thought that because I didn't know half of my blood that I was somehow missing something. I thought that who you were defined me. I was wrong. I am my own person. I am strong and capable and you have nothing to do with that. So thank you for leaving me.

In my most vulnerable of times, I struggled with the fact that you didn't want me. You could have watched me grow into the person that I have become, but you didn't. You had a choice to be in my life. I thought that the fact that my own father didn't want me spoke to my own worth. I was wrong. I am so worthy. I am deserving, and you have nothing to do with that. So thank you for leaving me.

You have missed so much. From my first dance to my first day of college, and you'll continue to miss everything. You won't see me graduate, you won't walk me down the aisle, and you won't get to see me follow my dreams. You'll never get that back, but I don't care anymore. What I have been through, and the struggles that I have faced have brought me to where I am today, and I can't complain. I go to a beautiful school, I have the best of friends, I have an amazing family, and that's all I really need.

Whoever you are, I hope you read this. I hope you understand that you have missed out on one of the best opportunities in your life. I could've been your daughter. I could have been your little girl. Now I am neither, nor will I ever be.

So thank you for leaving me because I am happy. I understand my self-worth, and I understand that you don't define me. You have made me stronger. You have helped make me who I am without even knowing it.

So, thank you for leaving me.

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When You Give A Girl A Sister

She is my built-in best friend from the Lord.


She is my answered prayer, but I began as hers, literally. She prayed for me in the bathtub at the age of 7 years old, and she specifically asked God for a baby sister. A majority of our family thought that I was a boy, but the Lord and Rebekah had other plans. From the beginning, we were meant to be together.

She is 7 years older than me, but the average person cannot tell that by the way we act together. We laugh, scream, and talk a little (maybe a lot) too loud. She holds the key to my heart.

Today, we were on the phone and I cried to her. I did not cry tears of sadness, but of pure joy. I cried because we were talking about all of our plans for the weekend and a possible hike on Monday after my first final. It is conversations like those that remind me of where I came from and why I never want to forget my roots.

I grew up in a very close family, and my sister and I are the epitome of close. She knows exactly when to call me or just come over to cheer me up. She is the first person I call when anything happens, whether it is good or bad. She is my true bestie.

We no longer live in the same house as each other, but distance makes these hearts grow fonder. Each time we get to see each other is like the first time, but it always gets better.

We normally don't go a long time without each other, but if I'm being honest, sometimes it feels like FOREVER. We may grow up, move, get married, have nieces and nephews for each other, but we will always be sisters first (this is a reference to a book that she gave me a while back as a Christmas gift about our favorite set of sister).

Rebekah, I love you more than you could ever know. You have gotten married and left the nest, but my love for you as my sister will never leave, but instead, it will always grow. I cannot wait to see you soon (probably tomorrow, actually).

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