For those of you who are new around here, I have two sisters–one older half sister (Stefanie) and one sister only a couple of years younger than me (Rachel). Stefanie was 14 when I was born and didn’t live with us full-time, so I really don’t think I ever had the chance to get on her nerves as the annoying younger sister 😜 (or at least she hasn’t ever told me haha!). But Rachel on the other hand….
Rachel is 4 years younger than me, so we were the perfect age gap for her to get on my nerves when I had finally hit my teen years and felt “cool.”
I remember the fights we used to have growing up and how my mom used to tell both of us that after our parents die some day, Rachel and I would only have each other–so we better make up. As a teenager I didn’t quite get what my mom was telling us. It sounded morbid and I didn’t really want to be friends with Rachel at that point in my life.
But things changed once I graduated high school a moved two hours away for college. Rachel became a freshman in high school as I became a freshman in college and our relationship dynamic began to shift. No longer were we fighting horribly, but we actually missed each other.
After I graduated from college, I moved back home and got a job teaching at my old junior high. I lived with my mom and stepdad to save money, and after Rachel graduated from college, she stayed at home and went to a local college. That’s when our relationship changed the most. We finally became best friends.
Fast forward to today, we talk every day, live in the same town, and see each other constantly. I now understand what my mom was telling us so many years ago. We still fight but our fights as adults look much different than our fights as 12 and 16 year olds. I’m thankful for our friendship, thankful that we’ve both matured enough to become best friends.
