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National Sibling Day! (That’s a thing?)

I am the baby of the family.

The baby sister of three girls, and I absolutely love it.

There was a time period somewhere between ages 6-12 I was thoroughly convinced that having a little sibling would have made my life better because a) I wouldn’t be the third wheel any longer (it’s a rough life when you’re 7 and 5 years younger then your big sisters) and b) little kids and babies were so much more fun to be around than snobby older sisters who didn’t let me wear their clothes and got mad when I tried to hang out with the friends they invited over.

But I got over that relatively quickly when both of my sisters left for college and it was just me, alone with my parents. I began to appreciate my sisters like I never had before and we became incredibly close. Visiting them at college and hanging out with them in their new grown up lives became some of the fondest memories of my teenage years. Don’t get me wrong, I also loved that I didn’t have to share anything throughout high school. Including but not limited to: a bathroom, hot water time, clothing, shoes, attention, and the last piece of whatever we had for dinner…

In all seriousness, I have been blessed for the experiences I got to have from ages 13-21 because I had older sisters and all they had was me. Things like visiting them for long weekends to weeks at a time in the Twin Cities or Duluth or Michigan depending on where they were going to school or working. Taking me out to dinner probably a thousand times (no exaggeration) and paying without hesitation. Taking me to the Mall of America or to the beach for an entire day just because I wanted to and I didn’t have my license yet. Coming to get me in college if I wanted to go home and see mom and dad but didn’t have a car. Giving me keys to their houses, letting me use their washer and dryer, do homework, or just hang out if I was bored. Always knowing what to say and what to do because they’ve already been through it before. Picking me up after my first break up and letting me cry for an entire weekend at their house, and only attempting to cheer me up by ordering all my favorite take out. Things like letting me know that if I ever need somewhere to stay in the future while my fiance is deployed, their doors are always open.

I’m so, so lucky to be the baby sister.

Now that both of my sisters have baby girls of their own, I only hope I can provide similar experiences for my nieces in the years to come. A home away from home, helpful advice, treating them to dinner just because, and being the “big sister” to them.

I’ve been spoiled, that’s for sure. Mostly with love by two big sisters I can never fully repay.

Forever and always the baby sister

Happy National Sibling Day!

“Sister. She is your mirror, shining back at you with a world of possibilities. She is your witness, who sees you at your worst and best, and loves you anyway. She is your partner in crime, your midnight companion, someone who knows when you are smiling, even in the dark. She is your teacher, your defense attorney, your personal press agent, even your shrink. Some days, she’s the reason you wish you were an only child.”

– Barbara Alpert

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