My Sisters

I am the youngest of four in girls in my family. I was meant to be "David" the first son.
I was "oh, another girl!" in my dads words according to text in my baby book.
Alas, I was born. A girl, to a Midwestern mother and southern father with three sisters.

I was the fourth child. Not too many pictures of me. Parents were way beyond the swing of things with "children" by the time I arrived. Not to say I was neglected in anyway, I defiantly was not. I was "the baby" for all practical purposes. Adored.

However, my three older sisters had plans for me.
"Dress her up like a doll!" Carrie exclaimed. Kristie carried my by the neck everywhere.
Janet, my oldest sibling sighed with disdain "Great, another one to babysit."
For all practical reasons, I was loved. I had three older sisters who kind-of-watched out for me. If they didn't they were scolded. I remember fighting with my sisters frequently.(maybe because they were branded as the free babysitters) Don't all siblings?

I also remember getting to listen to Janet's prized record/tape collection. (or sneaking up in her room before she got home from school) She was so very neat and organized like oldest sibling are. Every Duran Duran pin had its place. Each poster on the wall was hung with precision. Her handwriting was so clean and legible. She went away to college. I cried. I missed her when she was gone. Visiting days at her college were the best all her friends adored me. Janet was also very smart she always got A's. Smart and precise Janie.

Kristie was/is my funny buddy. We laughed and sang till our lungs were sore.(funny, as she was always choking me as an infant carrying me around by my neck, no wonder the throat soreness came from her.)
We sang every song on the "Annie" soundtrack. We danced the moonwalk, shuffled our feet to more M.J. than I can remember. Song and dance my Kristie.

My second to last sister Carrie. My eternal roomie. We shared everything. Until she got sick. Carrie had so many illnesses growing up that her room, our room, became her solace. I picked on her a lot, so did Kristie. We made fun of how she was sick do much. I hate that I have this memory. What I do remember is that we would turn our room into a haunted house. Play old Alfred Hitchcock albums of ghost stories and get really scared together. She protected me a lot. I would have awful nightmares for years. I slept with a nightlight until I was 12. (Funny now that even the smoke alarm light bothers me and needs to be covered.) Carrie always comforted me and if she could not she always walked me to my parents room. Comforting Carrie

I love my sisters. I miss them a lot as well. I am blessed to have sisters I can count on to this day, no matter what. I hope to write more on them as they mean more than the moon to me.