Age Gap

For those of you who read this blog, you might not know that I have two little sisters. 

As I type this, one is sixteen years old and the other is thirteen. I am *cough cough* thirty-five this year; which means there is a bit of an age gap. 

I've tried not to let it be to much of a problem and my sisters don't really tease me about it much, but there are times when it's tough. For example, when the older of the two was nine years old, she didn't think I was cool anymore. Up until that point, she thought I was pure awesome. Then one day she thought I was goofball. Well I am, but she was embarrassed of her goofball big sis and that kind of stung a little. 

 

Of course, there was still the baby sister and she still thought I was awesome, so it didn't hurt to bad. Later, when the baby turned nine, she also began to see me as a goofball, but by that time, the older one thought I was cool again. Funny how that worked out.

Throughout their lives, I've been the cool big sis, then the goofy embarrassing sis, back to cool, back to goofy, and I'm sure it'll change back again. It bothered me at first, but I got over it.

Even though there's a big age gap and I live four hours away, I try to focus on being a constant part of their lives. I call regularly and spend time with them every chance I get. For the past three summers, they've even gotten to spend time with me and I've loved it. 

I think being a big sister is one of my favorite things ever. *Being a little sister isn't so bad either.