Monster trucks, power rangers, wrestling, and mud are four commonalities you'd find in my household. Why, you ask? Because I'm the oldest, and only sister to three younger brothers.
Until my little brothers came along, the spotlight was always on me. All the attention, love, and cheek pinches you could ever ask for. I thought I had it made. But when I looked at my friends who had siblings, I was jealous. They got to share an irreplaceable bond with a brother or sister that I couldn't. So on the three occasions when I found out I was going to be a big sister, I jumped for joy. The thought of having someone to play with (or in my case boss around), share inside jokes, go on adventures with, and secretly make fun of mom and dad made my heart full. I was ready.
Being a big sister or any older sibling holds a lot of responsibility. Whether you like it or not, you're the role model for the little monkeys below you. Looking out for their safety and wellbeing, making sure to put on the right t.v. show, entertaining them when they're bored, being used as a human jungle gym, and making sure they have everything they could possibly ever need/want. It's a big role that I've never been happier to take on.
I now am a big sister to Carter, Jude, and Noah. Three perfect little boys (sometimes) that I could not imagine my life without. When I need someone to make me laugh after a long day, they're right there. When I need to go out to the store but don't want to go alone, they volunteer to ride in the car with me and sing along to the radio until our voices go hoarse. When I need a dance partner, or an excuse to go get ice cream, they're more than happy to oblige. When I'm not sure how an outfit looks, they give me a "you look so pretty sissy." But most importantly, when I need to be reminded that good does exist, that it's a great thing to think outside the box, and that unconditional love does exist, I just look into their happy little faces; and I'm at peace again.
