I Became a Big Sister at 17!

As some of you may know, I have a sister, who’s more than 17 years younger than me. Technically she’s my half-sister, but I only refer to her as such when trying to explain my complicated family. Some of you may also have siblings, who are distinctly older or younger than yourself, and you may thus relate to some of the things I talk about below.

Getting a baby sister at a point in my life, where I started fishing for baby-tips and storing these in my biological hard drive, was a blessing beyond compare. I’ve always been good witch children in general but being one of the youngest in my family on both my mum’s and my dad’s side, I had never really had the opportunity to learn much about newborns and babies. But let me tell you: I sure got that opportunity then!

At the hospital the day of her birth. You can’t tell but I cried for about the first 30 minutes after I entered the room and I couldn’t even see her through my tears!

I learned so much about babies. I learned how important it is to talk and talk and talk, and I learned the art of doing just this: Sitting with a baby and having monologue upon monologue and not feeling weird about it! Looking into those big blue eyes and feeling that deep connection when bottle feeding a baby are things I will long to try again. But I’m insisting upon waiting at least 7 years until I have children of my own. Besides, I kinda have to find a potential father first…

My babysister and me on the day of her babtism (7 weeks old).

I had only ever really known love for my parents and my big brother, but this was something else entirely (I’m crying as I write this). I can positively say that I have never loved anyone the way I love her. I would truly do anything for her, and I doubt I will experience a higher sense of love until the day I have a child of my own. She is an amazing little girl, and I could not be prouder to be her big sister.

She is the smartest 2,5-year old I have ever met. She is so bright that she’s already counting a little in English! My dad is a teacher and he insists upon her learning to read before even starting school, which in Denmark will be around age 6. Her speech is clear and her motor skills are sublime. I give all credit to my dad and his wife for doing such a marvelous job with teaching her and motivating her to learn. I will have no problem letting them help me raise my own children when that time comes.

My baby sister and me at our brother’s graduation (10 months old).

Of course, having a baby sister that young means she takes up a lot of space. Luckily I am so old now, that I don’t feel left out. I fact, I contribute to her being the center of attention. Had I been a mere 5 years younger, I might have felt more jealousy towards her, but I do not at all feel that way. What I feel about her is limited to love, admiration and no small bit of concern.

I can honestly say that having a baby sister is one of the best things that have ever happened to me.

Sister selfie! (2 years and 8 months old)

So, what about you? Can you relate to any of the things I’ve talked about? Do you have something you would like to add? Let me know in the comments and I’ll look forward to hearing your stories. Until next time, bye!

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