Growing up, I was the youngest child of two. This came as both a blessing and curse. I could watch my sister get in trouble and got to learn from her mistakes. But, everyone treated me like I was 3 for the majority of my childhood it felt like (yes - it came with a little special treatment that was nice, too).

Before I knew it things in life rapidly changed. I was 13 and soon to no longer be the "baby" of the family because I had a baby brother on the way. This was very unexpected and I did not know how to take it at first (no one did -- I think).

I knew that with things changing in life that I was gaining not only a sibling but a new responsibility. I looked up to my sister our whole childhood and I wanted nothing more than for my little brother to do the same to me.

When he came into this world I was like a kid in a candy shop. He was so cute, tiny and more than I ever pictured. At that time, I didn't realize how fast he was going to grow up.

Some how we are here today. He is still tiny and still cute. But, a little wiser and a little smarter. A tiny 7-year-old packed with so much knowledge, love and inspiration all around him. When I see all he is doing and all he loves, I can only hope that I continue to guide him the right way and lead by example, but most importantly let him learn from my mistakes.

Being a big sister is more than I ever pictured. I get to watch him overcome his weaknesses, shine in his accomplishments and be a friend to him along the way. Nothing beats the calls I get of him saying "Hi, little sissy! I miss you!" or "Want to come watch my baseball game?"

When I look back and think about, it he is one of the greatest gifts this world has brought me. It has allowed me to see the world through a child's eyes again and truly enjoy the little things in life.

Although a younger sibling was very surprising, it turned out to be the best thing to happen to me. I'm blessed not to be the baby!