Mama Says I Have to Like Them

My sisters. I'm beginning to realize that what they say about how you get closer to your siblings as you get older is true. If you have asked me about my sisters when I was five, I probably would have something like: Dey's mean to me. Bef makes me do my chores and Becca scares me at night by hanging over the side of the bed and making weird faces. (I wasn't a very articulate five-year-old, but when your mama stills says "shocolate ships" for chocolate chips, what more do you expect?)

If you had asked me when I was 12, there probably wouldn't have been many more words: Well, Beth's real smart and Rebecca swims pretty fast. Beth's at school in Atlanta now and Rebecca gets to drive me everywhere, but that's okay, because we sometimes listen to fun music and go buy new cds to listen to.

By 15, I was entering that stage where you're cool to have older siblings that were in college or beyond: My sisters are kind of cool. I don't see them much, but that's okay, they bring me stuff occasionally.

At 18, I was getting a little better about trusting my sisters: My sisters are always complaining that I spend too much money,but they have told me that they would bail me out of jail if I ever needed it, and that way I wouldn't have to ever tell mama and daddy. (And yeah, okay, I did probably spend too much money, but I never had to have them bail me out of jail.)

I am now beginning to realize at 24, that my sisters are probably the best friends that I will ever have. They know everything that I've been through to get to where I am. They can give me advice or will just call because they are bored, on the drive home from somewhere stuck in traffic. But that's okay, they still ask about what's going on with me.

So even though, they still sit on top of me...will still threaten to poot on your head, and possibly follow through if you let them...punch you...try to hold your hand...tell mama things that you've done....make fun of boys that you like....and even give you a hickey, I'll still take them. I'll still call them for advice, or just because I'm bored, or new clothes, or to talk about the night before. Because I know that they will always be there, or will at least call back..eventually. Even if it is because mama said we have to like each other.

Note: I'm stuck in the airport...on Christmas day.... for five hours...and it sucks! Good thing I didn't wake up before 4am so I could be at home for most of the day. Grrr...!