Greatest thing about being the eldest: Everyone depends on you.
Worst thing about being the eldest: Everyone depends on you.
My parents didn’t have a clue about a lot of the stuff I was going through.
I don’t mean the typical “oh, parents don’t understand” crap, but I mean being the first in my family to go to college, the first to drive, the first to experience the major exciting life events… I feel honoured, but I also wish I had someone else to show me the ropes.
I suppose being the eldest meant I became stronger on my own, and now, in a lot of ways, I like it. I like being looked up to by my little sister, and showing her that if I could do it, then she could too. At the same time, though, there were a lot of pressure – the pressure to be responsible, to do well, to be an example. All that jazz.
“That’s the problem with being the strong one…
No one offers you a hand.”
I want to be the person my younger self hoped I’d be. I also want to be a role model for my sister. I remember feeling so proud of her when she went to prom.
Already, she’s done so much better than I did. She’s amazing…
But, what’s it really like being the eldest?
I wasn’t always so supportive and kind.
I pretty much hated her the moment she was born.
I’d glare at her and be annoyed when each time she breathed,
people would lose their shit.
I was the easy baby;
My sister seemed to be something that came straight outta hell,
but she was loved all the same.
Being the eldest, meant I was also…
Responsible for looking after her on weekends,
and who gives a flying fuck if I made plans for myself.
Blamed for a lot of things
It’s amazing how my sister got away with a lot of things I was constantly being told off for, because “they are younger” and “they don’t know any better”.
Having to share EVERYTHING
My clothes, my things, even having a bunk-bed was embarrassing. No matter how many times I tried to convince my parents that we were sisters – not twins,
I still had to put up with my sister copying my style, and my parents encouraging it.
Having high expectations of me
I had to have good grades, be the perfect role model, and set an example.
Like, I asked to be born first.
Constantly having pictures taken together
My mother still jumps at any opportunity to have us stand together
and have pictures taken – All the friggin’ time.
From grades to heights.
It’s pretty awkward now when your younger sibling has grown taller than you,
but I guess it’s also a win when it means I look younger.
Bearing all these in mind…
I would not change it for the world.
As sisters, we shared the same womb, the same room, the same clothes, the same makeup, the same toys, the same food – ALL which were out of my control,
but that’s the way it’s been, and I wouldn’t change a damn thing.
I’m looking forward to…
- Seeing more of my lil sister’s achievements
- Being the cool aunt
“My goal is to be that rich single aunt that flies everywhere
and wears designer clothing and brings expensive gifts
to her less successful family members.”
- Just being there through thick and thin.