Wednesday, May 18, 2011

The Trials and Tribulations of Being a Sister

I’ve been told so many times how lucky I am to have a sister.

A person to be my forever friend. That person who truly understands me like no other.

And, in all intents and purposes, that sounds pretty amazing; like one of the best gifts that a girl could ever be given. But what they don’t tell you, or what I don’t share when people go on and on about how blessed I am, are the feelings of jealousy, sadness and anger that I have also encountered as a part of being a sister. I don’t know why I used encounter in the past tense, just there, because it still happens—for me, it’s a daily struggle.

You see, I am the older one. The one who is supposed to be the role model who does no wrong, who carries off her responsibilities effortlessly, who acts like an adult far before her time, and most importantly, the one who takes care of the littler one(s).

And so that’s what I’ve done.

So while my sister did the cheerleader, I’m super popular, crazy and young sort of thing during high school, I did the FBLA president, close group of friends, safe fun kind of thing. And while I don’t regret the person that I am, (because I love my friends and the memories we have more than anything)I still can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy at the social life she’s led. However, I certainly do not covet the fakeness of her world, not at all; so once again one could argue if the grass is really greener.

Because of her social life, I have also experienced feelings of hurt and rage over many different encounters that she and I have had. To me there is nothing more frustrating than to do and do and do for a person and have their reception and reaction to be one of expectation, an I deserve this kind of attitude. Absolutely no thanks, no gratitude, no appreciation—nothing. Simply another, Can you do this for me now?

On top of that, I have never felt more hurt than when she chose for the one billionth time to hang out with her friend and her friend’s older sister rather than me. So I don’t have the 29,285 “friends” at my beck and call or all the crazy stories, but I certainly shouldn’t be made to feel bad because I don’t have the “right” ones that will make me “cool” in her eyes. Because I know that I am more than that. I know I am better than that.

So when she stands in the kitchen, after I’ve done so much for her in the past week alone, I can’t help but feel my entire demeanor dissolve when in all seriousness she says, “You know, I don’t really like you anyway,” before turning and continuing her conversation with the other person in the room.

Now I know that I’m in no way a perfect sister, nor is this post supposed to be some sort of poor Hannah kind of thing, but it’s simply how I feel today and I needed to share.

I know that I am blessed to have a sister; this  person who understands me better than anyone. We’ve had so many awesome memories together and hopefully we will make so many, many more. I know that I’m so lucky to have her.

And I know that at the end of the day, I love her to the moon and back, and that I would do absolutely anything in the world to see her smile.

So sometimes, sometimes, I would just really like to know that she feels the same.


  1.  Amen Hannah. I feel the same way a lot of the time, but instead of feeling that way about my sister, I feel that way about my mom. She has the same sort of attitude towards people when they do things for her. So I completely get where you're coming from. Thanks for sharing!

  2. i'm praying for you, your sister, and your relationship, Hannah. i had a similar situation with my brother several years ago, so i know these hurts run deep.

  3.  You are so welcome! I hope that a bit of my story helps you. It is always nice to know that we are not alone in these struggles.

  4.  Thank you so much for your prayers, Annie. They are definitely appreciated.

  5. My sister and I (she's 21, I'm 19) also differ in a lot of ways. Sometimes it's hard to remember that, although we argue, although we have different thoughts, opinions, social circles and ideas, that my sister is my #1 (well, both of my sisters). I can almost see a little of myself in your sister, concerning the expectations. I don't condone some of my actions in any way, but being the "baby" of the family I will be the first to admit that I am spooooiled! Although she may not voice it, and even if she hasn't realized everything that you've done, everything you've sacrificed, all of the effort you've put forth into making her happy, one day - she will. It took me awhile to see how much my sisters have done for me, and I have nothing but admiration and respect for them, as she will for you!

  6. Thanks so much for sharing your perspective as the younger sister! I really appreciated it :)
    As you said, I do hope that one day she will realize it and that it will help make us a lot closer.


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