Let me tell you a story.
While Mandy was playing near the lakeshore, Dad was mowing the lawn up the hill. Kristy had her Barbie dolls on the dock splashing them into the water. It was mid-summer and the girls had spent every day [without lightning] outside by the lake. On top of the rocks laid a large wooden board roughly the size of a standard door. Mandy sat quietly on the bottom of the board near the shoreline. I… I mean- Mandy was adorable, perfect; was never a bother to anyone. She was a quiet child, always shared and was practically perfect in every way. While sweet Mandy sat gazing into the lake, Kristy, the older of the two, had a fit of anger. She ran towards Mandy jumping on the top of the wooden plank. It was then that Mandy’s petite body catapulted into the air straight into the water. Kristy watched and snickered and I imagine laughed with the intensity of the Wicked Witch of the West. Mandy’s heavy head of hair kept her face under the water. She struggled to get her tiny body out, but as she kicked and thrashed her wet hair kept pulling her under further. Finally, she was able to break free from the water and her lungs filled with air. She began to cry. Cue Kristy’s evil laugh. Dad looked down the hill and ran to Mandy.
…Maybe that’s not all true, but pretty close 😉
I always tell people, “If you don’t have a big sister, you should get one.” Of course, I haven’t always felt that way about Kristy, but there were several perks to being the little sister.
1. Let’s face it, they are cuter. In the tiny, baby sort of way.
2. It’s rarely your fault because the older sister ‘knows better’.
3. Mom and Dad have done it once already and care less about getting your ears pierced at 5 even though the rule had ALWAYS been 8.
When we were younger and got into trouble with Mom, our punishment was to sleep in separate rooms, which I remember being unbearable. Who was I going to stay up and toot with? (p.s. we were absolutely not allowed to say fart. Mom only allowed “fluff”, which sounds more disgusting to me…) As time went on, Kristy became cooler than me. She had friends over and I annoyed the crap out of her (and them). I wanted someone to be silly with, Kristy wanted to draw pictures of frogs and dragons in her sketchbook.
We grew apart and fought all the time. I mean blood, bruises and hair chunks torn from the scalp. When our fighting got really nasty, our punishment was to be stuck in a room, staring at each other. We couldn’t leave until we were laughing. I remember Kristy saying, “Just fake it so we can get outta here.” Throughout the fighting there were times when we weren’t scratching too. I vividly remember spending nearly every day after school hanging out with her in Mom’s car, just listening to the radio and doing homework (also stealing m&m’s from Sandy’s Specialties).
It wasn’t until Kristy turned 16 that things started turning around for us. When she got her license we drove together a lot. We’d drive to the mall or the movies and on our way there we’d complain about Mom and Dad [sorry, ma] and we finally had some common ground. [[[[sidenote– one time while backing out of the driveway, Kristy smashed into the side of Mom’s van. I was in the passenger side laughing hysterically and Kristy was spouting off expletives too afraid to tell Mom.]]]] We attended separate high schools so our friends never intertwined and we never had to fight for the same role in the spring musicals. Kristy was smart and artistic (obviously still is), while I went to school for the social scene and simply, because it was mandated. I don’t think there was an exact day, but I remember being awed by how cool my sister was. She was like… so cool. And her hair was always perfect and she had good taste in clothes and teachers liked her and… so much more. Why did it take me so long to realize how much FUN she is?!
And I guess here we are, more than 10 years later. I have a built-in best friend.
She still annoys the crap out of me- she has no idea how to properly manage money (but is learning!), she gets snippy at me for my incessant party-planning and since she started eating better it’s not as fun to be the only one eating the pan of brownies with a fork. But with that built-in, best friend thing we got goin’ on, I can literally text her anything at any time of day. My recent fav was a pic of me in leggings and her response, “whaaaa are you doing?” She’s also hilarious. And we’re hilarious together. Except we’re the only two laughing. We can go from bickering about something stupid to giggling about Dad in minutes. I miss her constantly. She is the best aunt in the whole world. She loves my kids an indescribable amount. I could create an entire blog describing games we used to play [like wind], stupid things we did to get into trouble [like open Christmas presents early two years in a row] and inside jokes between us [like Jane and Michael Banks]. She can never be replaced- my one and only. I love her backwards and forwards and upwards and downwards. And I get to be her little sister.
If you don’t have a big sister,you should get one.