Being a big sister can be a big responsibility. But I don't remember ever really having to do much as a big sister. My sister and brother were fairly self-sufficient, and didn't need me to help them. Plus, I have a terrible memory. I do remember when I was six and my sister was five that I had to walk home from school with her. As we grew up, Cindi and I were either pals or enemies. As we got older, we developed different interests and went off in different directions. I know I was fairly insecure for much of my life and felt that my little sister was more domineering and self-assured. I was even a little jealous of her. For many years now, I have not felt that sisterly relationship that I am sure we had at one time. Distance and busy lives make it easy to not even think about it. But 47 years later, I had the chance to be the big sister again. And it felt good. My sister was sleighted by someone and it hurt her feelings. I had the chance to say something to the other person in defense of my sister. What surprised me was how this affected me and my sister. Cindi called to thank me for sticking up for her and being her big sister. I was very touched by her words. It felt very good to be the big sister again.
I don't tell my brother or sister enough that I love them, but I do. So I hope they are reading this.
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Isn't family great. And a sisterly love is a very special bond, a bit different from a brother/sister. I too am glad that I was blessed with two wonderful caring sisters. I look forward to years to come sharing our lives together. And two brothers to be there for support.
I think this is the biggest reason I want a lot of kids. I want my kids to grow up with the same joy of having many siblings.
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