I don't know how to explain it but being the youngest sibling has to be either the most amazing or scariest thing in the world. I used to think it was awful growing up with two older sisters that tortured me like I was a used scarecrow. I mean this in the most honest way possible. One day it was them shoving me into dark rooms and slamming the door shut until I screamed out in protest, (however about that I've always wondered if I was just to stupid to reach up and turn on the light or if I was an extremely short child.) And then the next day it would be my middle sister Danielle carrying me around by the neck. Looking back on it now I'd have to say that when my oldest sister Amber chewed up her pretzels and made me and Danielle eat them as if we were her baby birds, that was probably the worst!!! Aww I can't believe now when I look back that I did such a disturbing thing....what was wrong with me and ya know what, Danielle and I actually enjoyed it, we fought over who would get the next piece...Amber was like a freaking queen to us and we were nothing more then her pet birds.....bahhh chewed up pretzels.
It's strange how quickly it all comes and goes. Now we are all grown and we are best friends and while Danielle and I steer clear of pretzels when we're around Amber we get along great!!! My sisters have both gotten married and had children. I am officially the proud aunt of 7 nieces and nephews and though I love them dearly I would never dream of having my own children, at least not in the next ten years which would make me 32 (see how I just slipped that in there). I'm, me, I, the youngest am still single and childless and completely fine with that. At times though I do wonder how in the world my sisters turned out so small even after all of their children. Amber has a set of twins and a patch of what we like to call the (twinskin) on her stomach...she's a twig otherwise and for some reason I'm still a bit taller and just a tad wider then both of them and I've never given birth to anything. It's a little disheartening!! I do partly blame my sisters for how I turned out and how I am today. Without them I would have been much more insecure then I am now and that seriously means that I probably wouldn't have made it past my 21st birthday alive, this meaning I would have done something drastic to myself to possibly enter my body into it's own demise. So in the end I guess I'm happy I'm the youngest because I've gotten to learn from my sisters mistakes even though they were few and far between
About Me
- Marie
- I'm a wife and a mother and I wouldn't change a thing. God has definitely surprised me with so many things in my life that I never thought or even dreamed I would have. I look at my family and I'm so thankful that God has everything in his hands. I sometimes have to remind myself to just lay the worry and stress down at his feet. I never worried much before about life in general or the future but now that I have a family of my own I struggle constantly with worry about their safety or strength to be the best wife, mother and woman that I can be! But I do know that if I allow myself to keep growing in my faith and pass that on to my kids then God will take care of us no matter what happens here on earth.
4 comments:
Wow, I would like to say at this time that I am sure that your big sister was confused by her power. Although it sounds as if she is very gifted in the ways of torture I can tell by your words that you loved her regardless and I am sure that means a lot to her! Being the oldest myself I know how hard it can be to have those little piss ants following around like they had no brain of their own. Sad really how the cycle works. Think I will go call my sister now.
Your mama bird,
Morning Sunrise
You are correct morningsunrise I do love my older sisters dearly, they are amazing and wonderful people and though Amber made me eat her very soft mushy chewed up pretzels I love her if not more for that very thing she did. I wouldn't know about little sisters being piss ants because I am the youngest, I hope my sister doesn't think of me as a piss ant or I may be very sad!!
Thanks Mama Bird
It must be tough being the youngest. I wouldn't know because I am a middle child, which I can tell you is probably just as bad. You've got the baby, oh so cute and perfect and adorable...touch her and you die! (I hope I didn't go on to long there) Then there's the oldest who gets to do everything first and isn't very kind. But no matter what you always love them, especially when you're all grown up!! Awwww, makes me want to cry.
Until next time,
Bridget Jones
Bridget Jones,
It's nice to here from someone new and a middle child no less....I sense you may be a little bitter about being the middle child and I can imagine the grass is always greener on the other side. But I don't know the middle child in my family seems to be trusted a lot more then the oldest and me the youngest and my parents still don't think I can take care of myself but I will tell you these days it doesn't seem like I can. Good to hear from you and hope to keep in touch!!!
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