Life of a Little Sister

I can tell you numerous stories about my brother Jake and I fighting. Growing up, we knew exactly how to push each others buttons, and we constantly did, just for the pure enjoyment of it. It’s also safe for me to say we could probably still drive each other mad. Now that we’re older, having an older brother is one of the things in my life that I am most thankful for.

Jake is almost 4 years older than me, so as children, I’m sure I was a nuisance following him around. I’m now aware that I constantly followed him and friends around, begging to be apart of whatever exciting “big kid” things they were up to. Whether it was swimming in our pool, playing video games in the basement or playing basketball outside, I’m sure I was probably right there with them, attempting to get in on the fun.

All through elementary school and middle school, I would walk into my class, a teacher would read my name and then go “Oh! You’re Jacob’s sister, right?” While it wasn’t a big deal at first, following in my brothers footsteps wasn’t exactly easy. We were very different in school, with me being more English- and art-orientated, and him being the science and math one.

Once I got to high school, things changed. He was a senior while I was a freshman, and even though I would have never admitted it at the time, I loved knowing that my big brother was there with me as I went through my first year of high school. Sure, I had friends and was outgoing, but there was a certain comfort in knowing that he was there if I needed him. While I was still compared to him at first, I began taking different classes than him, and making a name for myself.

After my freshman year of high school, it was time to move him into college. He was moving to OSU, an hour drive from our home in Ashland, Ohio. I was excited for him, but also a little nervous about what it would be like without him. While we still sometimes got on each others nerves, I wasn’t sure I was going to like not having him home.

Looking back, I know we didn’t try to keep in contact enough for the first two years he was away at school. He was busy starting a new life, and I was involved and busy with my life back home. Slowly but surely, he started to feel more like a friend than just my older brother.

When I first came to OU, I was extremely excited, but also a tiny bit nervous. I was in a new environment and everything was different. I realized that it was hard to keep in contact with people back home, and I understood why we didn’t talk as much when he first went away.

Now as I’m taking on my second year at OU, and he’s finishing up his last at OSU, I’ve gotten to the point where my big brother is also one of my best friends. We’re there when we need to talk about our (totally amazing) parents, vent about school work, or just send each other random stupid pictures. So take a minute to text your sibling(s) and let them know you love them. Be thankful they’re there to get through this crazy life with.

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