I don’t know about you and your siblings, but my sister and I have had a love-hate relationship for most of our lives. When she was born, I was almost seven years old. Prior to that, I liked being an only child. I enjoyed getting all the attention and all the gifts. And I wasn’t a fan of sharing.
Overall, I don’t have much to complain about. My sister was a good kid. But it drove me crazy that I had to bring her when I went out with my friends. I could never understand why she had to tag along with us to the movies or the mall. It was so embarrassing. But the rule was, “If she didn’t go, neither did I.” Now that I’m a parent, I get it. I know it wasn’t my sister’s fault. But I’m sure my parents paid her well to spy on me.
Here we are, many years later. We’ve both grown and changed. In many ways, she’s like my big sister. She’s more of an adult than I am. And she knows a lot about everything so she’s always giving people advice.
Who knew that this new addition to our family would change my life for the better. That she would become someone that I admire. And that she would be the one to offer me guidance and support. That she would be the person that I could always count on. And that she would be the first person I call when I need to talk.
Sure, we still fight. And hang up on each other when we’re on the phone and one of us gets mad. But my life, and my family’s life, would be incomplete without her. So thank you Stacie, for being the best sister in the whole wide world. And I’m not even saying that sarcastically.