Big Sister Status

Last night, my little sister called me because she needed me. I use the term “little sister” loosely…she’s 20, but in my mind she’ll always be 12 year old little Nikki. My sister and I look nothing alike (despite what you may see in the fashionista #tbt above); we don’t see each other all that often or talk every day on the phone. But when she needs me, I go into full force big sister mode…it made me think about how much I love being a big sister.

Nikki and I have always gotten along. Yeah, we bicker and fight and call each other bitches (ok fine that’s mostly on my end)…but I think all siblings do. Nik and I have been there with each other through all of the toughest parts of our lives, and I don’t think either of us would be okay without the other. When something happens to me, I know I can tell Nikki. When we share stories, we just know what to tell Mom and what to keep to ourselves. It’s an unspoken sisterly bond that I wouldn’t change for the world. I worry about this kid like you wouldn’t believe, and I hope she knows how much I care about her (#MUSHFEST2015).

I can’t even imagine what it’s like to be a younger sibling. I’m sure Nikki has taken the brunt of my shit fits throughout our lives. Oops. But I like to think I paved the way for her quite a bit…I still resent when I FOUGHT for a Blackberry in my teen years, and she was offered one by my parents shortly thereafter. Bitch. (kidding of course….).

Nikki reminds me every day why I am SO proud to be her big sissy. She succeeds in EVERYTHING she does (only mildly annoying), and has proven herself as an artist and kickass human time and time again. I remember the first time I saw Nikki act- like really act- in a play. I went to be a supportive sister, but my jaw hit the floor when she took the stage. Gone was little Nikki that followed in my footsteps throughout high school…she is an INCREDIBLE actress, and I freaked the fuq out. Literally everything she does or creates is amazing…check out her soundcloud if you need proof.

I couldn’t ask for a better little sister…we may have replaced our American Girl dolls with trips to the bar, but she’s still my bestest friend. No one else can put up with my fangirling, would stand in the cold at stage doors with me, or would listen to me rant about anything and everything. Others may try, but she’s got 20 years on all y’all…a true seasoned professional.