So, today's topic may seem a tad bit repetitive and very similar with the post on Adoption, but that's because they are very closely related! All of my life, as long as I can remember, I have loved kids, I remember telling my Mom in first grade that I wanted to teach kindergarten, and that still has not changed. I have always been envious and jealous of my friends who had younger siblings, because that is what my heart truly desired. I genuinely feel that God was preparing me to be a big sister for my entire life! Literally the DAY I turned 12(the age you have to be to work in the nursery) I sat down with the childcare coordinator at our church, and I was serving by that next Sunday! It is still amazing to me how prepared, and excited, and "well, it's about time!" I felt, I got to be a big sister!
That's not to say that being the youngest didn't have it's perks(because, it DID!), but I was ready to be a role model to someone else. I love the fact that I have experience being the youngest, AND being one of the oldest, because I know for me, my Mom(who is the youngest of her siblings) was always the one I came to when I was being left out. As a mom, I will be able to see not only where the younger kid is coming from and know how he is feeling, but I will also be able to see where the OLDER kid is coming from and how he feels, which will be a major plus for me!
I am so in love with being an older sister, and I am so in love and proud of my younger brothers. It brings me so much joy to work with them on homework, or make a meal together, or even just to play a game with them. Even sitting here, typing this, I can't help but smile and know that I am SOOO blessed to be able to set an example for these boys, and to love these boys with all my heart.
Everyday in our house is an adventure, and I love that! Growing up, I was always a bit of a spit-fire, to put it kindly, and I didn't quite fit in with the rest of my family, I loved them, but I didn't know where I fit. Take looks for example, my Mom has blonde hair and green eyes, my Dad has black hair and green eyes, my sister has blonde hair and blue eyes, my brother had blonde hair and green eyes...and then there's me. BAM! Brown(almost red) hair, and brown eyes...like, what? Anyways, my spunky personality and my looks did make me stand out a bit from my family, but then the boys came. Two brown haired brown eyed boys, and one black hair brown eyed boy, and all the sudden, I knew why I had always looked different from my family! I knew that I was helping to bridge the gap between the boys and our "original" family. I am so glad that these boys match my obnoxiously loud personality, because in my mind, I knew that with these boys, our family was complete!
<3 always,
Rose
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