Hi, my name is Reese and I'm the younger sister

Younger or older sister, does it really matter? Seriously, if you’re ask- ing this question you must be an only child. Of course it matters, it’s not like a disease, but it does matter. I’m the youngest, the baby. I’ll argue that I don’t act like one, I’m fun-loving, free-spirited, creative, and resourceful, but my older sister would very quickly correct me. I hope you picked up on the quickly correcting me because that’s what big sisters do. She would say I’m lazy, manipulative, and self-centered. She would describe herself as reliable, conscientious, structured, and an achiever, but I would also point out she’s overly cautious and controlling. We are totally different. Why? Because that’s how we were made, and that’s how we were treated, and may- be that’s who we believe we are.

First-time parents can be overly cautious, which the child picks up on. The parents are anxiously awaiting every milestone with their firstborn, when they sit up, crawl, take their first steps, their first

words, but not as much with the next one, and so on. If you’re from a large family and you are one of the “littles,” thank your older siblings, they’ve paved the way for you to have a much easier child- hood.

See, it’s not all our fault, but knowing why we act the way we do, is only the beginning.

Once we admit we have tendencies towards certain behaviors, it’s up to us to adjust. I’ll admit it, I’m a great starter, I start projects, I start writing, but it’s the finishing that’s hard. I get stuck and distracted, and it’s hard. Did I mention it’s hard? As a child, when I dropped something or couldn’t reach something, Audrey or my parents were always there; I knew someone would step in to do or get whatever I needed. When you think about it, none of this story is my fault; it’s Audrey’s!