There is a lot to be said about the oldest sibling.

There are a lot of dark sides and a lot of bright sides. For example, I sort of was forced to raise two kids who weren't mine, but I got two new playmates, which I was always excited about. Some may say the oldest sibling is bossy, but I see it as being a good role model and making sure your younger siblings don't royally screw up, likely getting all of you in trouble with your parents.

I would describe one of the best days of my life as being the day my youngest sister, Gracie, was born. I got to welcome a brand new sister into the world, but I also got to see my other sister, Daisy, become a big sister for the first time. Although since that day I have had my patience tested often (very often), I have had the absolute pleasure of being a role model for the two of them.

Being the oldest pretty much means you're the experiment child, which sometimes I resent. But, I'm glad that my family is learning and growing from mistakes I have made and mistakes they have made regarding me and using that to make sure the two of them are more well-versed in the ways of life. And that's all I want. I want my sisters to be the most successful women in the world and I want them to be powerful.

Seeing as I go to university away from home and am soon to be almost totally moved out, I hope they lean on each other.

Don't get me wrong, they're best friends. Closer to each other than I've ever been to either of them. And I will always be there for them, even if I can't be there physically, but it helps to have someone face to face. I hope they support each other and help each other walk through the grueling halls of high school.

I constantly worry, which is nothing new, but I worry about them all the ever-loving time.

In a way, I feel like another parent to them. I notice when their demeanors are off or if they seem extra quiet that day. My heart wrenches every time I see them reach a new milestone that I once did, like starting high school or getting their driving permits. I know they're teenagers like myself, but in my mind, they will always be the three-year-old and newborn I witnessed when Gracie was born.

Being the oldest is tough, for sure.

I am a strong leader type and with my sisters, who are typically very easy-going, it has caused arguments before. I can come off as bossy to them, but I'm only trying to be a guide. Whether it be on the band practice field or when we're cleaning our rooms, I try to do everything to perfection and tell them how hard to work to get things done. I'm sure they don't want to hear that, though. After all, I need to be their sister and not their boss. Not that it will stop me from telling them what to do (I do have a reputation to uphold).

No matter how much they make me want to hide in my room when they're being loud and tease me about being shorter than them, I love them as if they truly were my own kids.

Their needs have to be above my own and I take a lot of pride in being a really great big sister to them. I try my hardest to be perfect for them so they can't see my flaws, but it's really just because I want them to know how strong-willed of a fanbase they have. I have their backs and I know they have mine, too. They are my pride and joy.

I hope that as we get older, we don't grow apart. I hope that our bonds don't break and that we withstand the tests of time and the hardships of life. Even if I'm a few years ahead, I hope that I can teach them things I've learned from living, because I know I've already learned so much from both of them.

I love them to the moon and back.