My sister, Katie, is 22 months younger than me, and I used to lock her out of my room and tell her she couldn’t hang out with me and my friends. Growing up, I don’t think I ever fully appreciated the gift of having a sister.
When we were in high school, Katie became this stunning, popular teen, and I was the theatre-dork sister. She dated quarterbacks, and I stayed after school for double rehearsals. When I graduated high school, I couldn’t wait to get out of there and out of her shadow. But as soon as I was out in my own light, I immediately understood the value of her presence.
College was hard; I was 14 hours away from Katie, and I found myself trying to be her. In the process of attempting to recreate myself, I became miserable. All those years I had wished to be just like Katie, never understanding that it wasn’t superior versus inferior, but rather deeply-rooted differences.
Now, at the ages of 22 and 20, my sister is my best friend. She is still the same outgoing, loud, strong-willed girl she has always been, and I am still the over-emotional, dramatic, stubborn older sister. But at the end of the day, she will come into my room and snuggle under the covers just to be there. I’m the first person she calls when something goes wrong and she needs to feel safe and loved. She is the person I go to for fashion advice, and I am the person she comes to when she doesn’t know how to handle my parents. We find a way to complete each other, and it wasn’t until I was away from her that I realized that.
My advice to anyone with a sibling, cherish them. No matter the fight or the hardship, they are your best friend. Siblings are God’s gifts to us.
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