If you read my last article about my parents being in their late 30's while I'm in college it's about to get even weirder for you. I have three siblings, ages eight, five, and three. Remember, I'm also 20. One in third grade, one just started kindergarten and another about to start preschool. Crazy, right? Being an only child for 12 years was fun and all because I got all the attention and it probably helped in my success, but now I'm the one leading the team out on the field that is college, all three of my siblings are looking up to me and looking down when they're climbing all over me at 8:30 in the morning.

When I first found out about my brother, I was NOT happy, I just didn't want to really share my spotlight, I didn't want to have to give up things I loved doing such as band and lacrosse. Same with my sisters, when my dad told me I was scared I was going to lose him because they needed more attention. I'm really glad that I was wrong.

My brother was born in April 2010, I was in middle school at the time and I got a pass from the office saying I was going home, not realizing what was going on I got excited like every other kid in middle school because I got to go home. I walk out into the hallway and my stepdad and my godmother was standing there saying my brother was born and we are going to go see him. I was excited because instead of seeing a cousin, it was my brother, this little human I got to protect and have the privilege of being annoyed by.

I thought I would just be like every other big sister, little did I know the age gap was about to play a much bigger role than I had anticipated. I almost became another parental figure for my brother, just because of how things happened I had to step up to bat and swing at the whole parenting bit a little (A LOT) earlier than I had planned. Getting him to the bus, off the bus, taking him to martial arts class, cooking dinner, baking, showing him you don't need an occasion to buy a girl flowers (we bought my mom a lot of flowers), and just overall being a good person.

Now, looking back, I'm glad I did because my brother is now my little monkey boy and when he comes home for the holidays I cry when I see him and cry when he leaves and try to do as much interesting and fun things as possible.

My first sister was born in April 2013, I had three years experience with my brother and was already nervous because I didn't want to lose my dad to my little sister, again, glad I was wrong. I held her and nothing else matters. That was my little short stack, she was my nugget. I don't get to see her as much as I would like to just because BG is two and a half hours away and at home, I'm about an hour away. But when I do come in and see her, she's the happiest little girl you've ever seen. "Mommy! Sissy is here!" and she giggles and runs up to me. We color, play games, watch movies and snuggle up on the couch. I've surprised her at her preschool, now I get to surprise her at kindergarten the next time I go home and see her little face glow with excitement.

Now I get to teach her to never settle, strive for whatever you want, and to never let people tell her she can't because she's a girl.

The youngest of sisters, she was born in March of 2015. I was ready; I was excited, and I just wanted her all to myself. She's the big snuggle bug and nugget and little boo. She's so soft-spoken and just clings to you in the pool, making my last little sibling the last to enter into preschool. I don't want her too. I want her to stay the little bean that I get to love on all the time. I'm sure I'll make another story about her when she starts Kindergarten. But I'm not really looking forward to that because that means I probably graduated from college.

Please stop growing guys. I can't keep up anymore. Never stop striving for the best and never forget how much your big sister loves you.