Today my heart is joyful and proud! My little sister, though not so little anymore, is College Bound!
I remember the day as if it was yesterday! I had hoped and prayed my Mom would have another child. True, I enjoyed the perks of being an only child and being the center of attention. But I wanted that sibling experience. I was twelve years old when I found out my wish would come true, and I was ecstatic.
Of course, I didn’t really think about how much my life would change when my little sister was born. At twelve, I had the responsibility of helping my mom with this new little person. Diaper changes, baths, and feedings became a regular part of my routine. Needless to say, my excitement quickly turned into horror that my life was ruined. You mean I have to babysit? Why? But in the grand scheme, it was fun having this new little person around. She was cute as a button, too. With these bright, beautiful, big eyes, she quickly learned she could use her cuteness to her advantage! She would often get me into trouble – as she would run to mother the first chance she got to complain I was being mean to her, or I took something from her that belonged to me. It was always something, and it seemed my mother would always take her side.
When it was time for me to leave for college, she was six years old. She cried, and cried, and cried. It broke my heart to leave her, because I knew the bond we had formed in the short span of her life. She became my sidekick. On my return trips home, she was the happiest little person one could find. It warmed my heart that she refused to leave my sight, and would be terribly upset if I had to leave her. Everywhere I would turn, there she was – with those bright, beautiful, big eyes.
Time flies when you are having fun, they say! Brit is no longer the little person I welcomed into the world. In less than a week, she will celebrate another birthday; another reminder she is now an adult. I could not be any more proud! She has transformed into a mature, hardworking, dedicated, ambitious young lady. She has goals, and dreams that guide her. She is also scared; scared of what tomorrow brings; scared of venturing out on her own. Now Brit gets ready to head out on her own, and she will leave our little brother behind. I am sure she is experiencing some of the same emotions I felt when I left for college many moons ago.
Walk in faith, my dear Sister! Walk in Faith!