When I was growing up, I dealt with hair pulling, name calling, door slamming, and loud yelling a lot. I was kicked out of the bathroom more times then I can count and my clothes always seem to make their way into other closets. Fighting over the last donut, ice cream cone, or piece of cake was basically a tradition, and I have PTSD from that time that I got pushed down the stairs. Yet, for some reason I don't think I could live without the three devils that people call my sisters.
Having four girls in one house is exactly what it sounds like - a disaster. There was actually a study done where they ranked the best and worst combinations of children to have. Four girls ranked dead last. My parents read this to me and laughed, but they know it's accurate. We were a nightmare to raise, and when it's our time of the month, we all become monsters.
Plus I always get compared. On holidays when we all dress up, it's a four-hour competition of who can look the best. We take pictures and post the ones where the other girls look worse than us. We get compared in school and on the field/court. "I wish you could be more like ___" is actually a very real sentence that I have heard many times before. It's brutal, I know.
But I'm not writing an article to tell you how evil my sisters are. I actually kind of like them sometimes (shocking, I know). They all have their flaws, many, many flaws, but I could not live without them.
I'm all sentimental now because I'm away at college and far from them. Now that we've all grown up, I just want to be little again. Back to when we would wear matching dresses and hold hands. Back to playing games in the backyard or Barbies in the playroom. Back to reading the same books and watching princess movies.
They really are my best friends. My mom always said that you are stuck with your sisters forever, so you better be nice to them. You will know them for your entire life. They are the ones who are there for you when no one else is.They have to love you because you share DNA, it's just a fact.
I joke about wanting to get rid of them, and sometimes I tell them to their face that I am going to sell them. I (usually) don't actually mean it. I wouldn't have anyone to laugh with at the dinner table or sing with when it's getting close to Christmas. I wouldn't have anyone to call when I'm crying or when I have good news. I wouldn't be living if I didn't get insulted at least three times a day by them, and then get three hugs to balance it out.
So, stop for a second and appreciate who you have by your side. Siblings are forever, and they will annoy you until the day you die. But I wouldn't want it any other way.
(If you want to check out where you and your siblings fall in the study by Today, click here! http://www.today.com/parents/family-bliss-study-reveals-happiest-combos-kids-1C6437393)
