The Big Sister Life

My three younger siblings mean everything to me.  When I was eight years old my mother told me that she was pregnant and in a short amount of time I would be a big sister.  My first reaction after seeing the ultrasound picture was, "No that's not a baby, it's a rock forming in your belly."  I should have been excited, but I was as selfish as I could have possibly been at the time.  I was so used to having all the attention on me and only me.  I was scared that my new sister would replace me and my family would always play with her instead of me.

Nine months later Alyssa was born and I realized I was wrong all along.  I ended up falling in love with her the first time I ever got to hold her.  She was so little, and from that moment I knew I wanted to be the best big sister I possibly could be.  It's been nine years now and Alyssa and I are just as close as could be.  We fight all the time, but what siblings don't? If she ever needs anything she knows she can come to me because I was her age once too and I usually know exactly what she is going through.  I am proud to say I am her big sister and I love her more than she will ever know.

A couple years after Alyssa was born my dad and step mom had my sister Joscelyn.  I was excited to be a big sister to another child, but I knew things would be different because I didn't live in New Hampshire with my dad.  Joscelyn is seven now and she looks up to me for everything.  Even though I don't see her that much the bond we have is just the same as mine and Alyssa's, just in a different way.  It makes us cherish the time we have together even more because it is that much more meaningful.  I call her often and she calls me just as much.  I love hearing about her day at school and her "boy troubles."  Who knew a seven year old could already have gone through more boyfriends than me?  We may be five hours apart, and soon to be even farther when I go off to college in New York, but our relationship will never change.  I also love her more than she will ever know.

Six years ago my youngest sibling was born.  I was extremely excited because this would be my first brother and all I had ever known was what it was like to have sisters.  My brother Lucas always seemed to be the "better behaved" child out of the four of us.  He always seemed to have a closer bond with Alyssa because they were closer in age, but he still liked to spend time with me sometimes.  Now he is six years old and he is the complete devil child.  He backtalks me and my family, and always seems to get away with it.  He is spoiled rotten, but I still love him more than he will ever know.  I am incredibly thankful for my three siblings.