I was born third in a house of four girls. I know, I know. No one is shocked I’m a “middle child”. But what that means is that I could learn life lessons from the 2 that went before me and teach some to the one behind me. So I give you, a letter to my sisters.
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You see, we didn’t always have the most ideal childhood because my dad fought demons that I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. However, I knew plenty of kids that were worse off than us. We had a fun and involved mom who was the best. Is the best. But this is about the bond that my sisters and I shared through those trying times.
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- Thanks for teaching me how to share. I use the word “share” loosely because come on. We yelled things like “shotgun!” and “seat check!” more than any other phrase I’m afraid. But in that, I learned that taking turns is important if you don’t want to be tormented an entire car ride or through an entire movie.
- Thanks for teaching me about boys. Sure, I learned some on my own but I would rather have the “shocked face” in front of my sisters than the boy that’s trying to steal that first kiss.
- Thanks for teaching me the importance of keeping a secret. The plus side to sisters is they are the best secret keepers. Of course these secrets can and will be used as future ammunition to get their way but once we have all shared secrets, that can be a dangerous game of “Russian Roulette”.
- Thanks for helping me figure out the whole shaving my legs thing. It’s obvious your little sister needs help when she attempts to clean the hair out of the razor by swiping her finger across it. Yep, I did that. This proves that I was too young and maybe this was their first clue I wasn’t the brightest crayon in the box. It’s good to get sympathy now and again.
- Thanks for helping me with fashion. My idea of getting dressy growing up with putting on my “clean” sweats or work out gear. I was a tomboy through and through so thank god for the oldest to make sure I didn’t leave the house looking as if I was about to try out for the Harlem Globetrotters.
- Thanks for holding my hand through the break ups. Both friend and boyfriend. And thanks for being sincere in your love and support. We all remember that first heart break and having three sisters to help me heal was worth every stupid fight.
- Thanks for the torment. No, really. You taught me to find the humor in any and all situations. And how to retaliate effectively.
- Thanks for going down with me. You see, when someone was in trouble for either breaking or damaging something within our house, we all got asked “who did this?” We never ratted each other out. Of course. that meant we all shared the punishment equally but we also knew it drove our parents mad not to know the truth. There’s strength in numbers. For as much as we “thought” we hated each other, deep down inside, we loved each other even more.
- Thanks for beating me up, but also defending me to the school bully. Girl fights are bad, even worse when you’re sisters. But once someone else threatened your sibling, you’d fight to death to defend them. Sisters are funny like that.
- And mostly, thanks for being my best friend. Then, now and always. I love you three more than words can say.
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