From fighting over what Bratz doll had cuter clothes, to actually stealing clothes, and eventually getting to take clothes that are no longer worn, this is what being a sister felt like, and still does. Some of our very first best friends are our siblings. Mainly because we live with them and most likely share a room, but the saying still stands. Growing up with sisters, especially ones older than you, feels like a chaotic sleepover.
I often would hear my sisters getting ready for school, resulting in myself having a quite diverse music taste. Because of this experience, I now know songs that will forever make me think of my sisters. As I grew older alongside my sisters, I looked up to them and what they were wearing. Despite our feuds and nitpicking at each other’s actions, I wanted so hard to just be like them. At the time, being like them was wearing bows that matched my outfit solely because my sister had done it. Being a younger sister exposes so much of what life can look like years before it happens to you, or if it even will.
It’s a bit heart wrenching to think about how once your lives split, the visits become infrequent and times overlap between busy and leisure. However, for me and my sisters going our separate ways in life has only made us closer. When I was younger, after petty feuds, I would think about how great it would be to be an only child with no one to bug me (is this a shared experience?), but now, I could not imagine my life without my sisters. They are my polished rocks that shine in the sun and bring me peace. I know true love exists and that it is unconditional– because that is how I love my sisters.
There are various defining moments in life that you will never forget, even from a young age. For me, these moments were watching my sisters bloom into motherhood, get accepted into nursing school, and even meet their now husbands. It truly is hard to describe how these moments have made me so appreciative to have sisters, especially ones who have always supported me, I can now support them. Getting to watch smaller versions of my sisters grow into tiny people over the years is so bittersweet, there is not enough space in my heart for the amount of love I have for them.
I find it funny how far love can extend through a person.
It is quite difficult to explain how much adoration you have for people who have quite literally known you your entire life and have gone through the endless highs and lows of life alongside you. I often wonder how people go about life not knowing what having sisters feels like, I guess some experiences are unique.
To my sisters, I love you with every fiber of my being. Honorable mention to our only brother who has the best sisters.