Usually when I talk about my sister, I tend to bring up all the negative moments in our life. I bring up the time when she locked me in the closet, or when she pushed me off the trampoline. Once when we were little, she pulled the plug from the drain in the bathtub and shut the sliding doors so I couldn’t get out. She told me I would get sucked down the drain, and only let the door free when our mother came in to see why I was crying. We never really got along, and I remember one year all our mother wanted for Mother’s Day was for us to not argue. That was just our relationship.
As we got older, our fighting changed. We fought over the landline phone, I ended up unplugging it and throwing it at her head. We fought over the T.V. remote, and what we would watch. If I was watching something that I wanted to, she would always take the remote and tell me to move. We fought so much, our mom threatened to buy us boxing gloves.
I am not writing this to show how much we argued, every sister does. The younger sister is always annoying, and the older sister is always bossy. Despite how much we argued, and how we got on each other’s nerves, we never failed at being there for the other.
If someone was making fun of me, you bet my sister was the first one to show them who they were messing with. If I ever needed big sister advice, I would always go to her. The whole time I spent growing up, I deeply admired my sister, and wanted to be exactly like her. From dressing up like “sissy,” to always trying to be with her and her friends. Even today, I admire her, and still strive to be like her. My sister is one of the strongest people I know. She doesn’t take anyone’s crap, and negative comments slide past her. Which is definitely an opposite of how sensitive I am.
When I was in the ninth grade, my sister got me a Kindle for Christmas. She also had bought me a season pass to the carnival one year, and we went almost every night. We rode rides together, and even though I did get scared, I knew I was safe because my big sister was beside me. When she got her license, she began to take me places with her, even though I was four years younger than she was. I thought I was so cool when my sister would take me to hang out with her boyfriend. Whenever I accomplished something, my sister, being my biggest cheerleader, would announce it to anyone who would listen. My sister gives more than anyone I know, though I don’t think she realizes this.
Entering high school was so scary, but I knew I could do anything with her at my side. Whenever I got yelled at by a teacher, she would always stick up for me. We spent our Mondays arguing in band class, student council meetings, after school band practice, and then we bonded over Secret Life of the American Teenager. Then my sophomore year rolled around, and she graduated. Honestly, I felt a little lost the first few weeks without her. I did manage to get through it.
To be honest, when I left for college, I thought that she would be the person I missed least, but I have come to realize how wrong that is. I do miss her, especially when I am doing something that we used to do. I really miss my future niece, and I am so excited that my sister is going to be a mother soon. She may have doubts, but I know that she is going to be an amazing mother.
So have we always gotten along? No, we have not. Will we continue to argue in the future? That is definitely possible. No matter what arguments we get in, I will always love my big sister. She is so many things, but above all else, she is strong and fearless. I can’t wait for her to start this new chapter in her life, because I know that she will do an amazing job. I love you so much big sister!
