Once Upon a Time, I Had a Mini-Me
Sunday, March 28th, 2010
My sister and I are 9 years apart.
When I was a teenager I used to get annoyed with her copying my ideas and following me and my friends around all the time. My parents often reminded me that she looked up to me and I was her role model. One day I got so frustrated to the point where I made a copyright sign on a poster I made and explained to her that she’d get in deep trouble if she copied me now. Good times when she was gullible and easy to fool!
The hardest part was when I was away at college for 5 years and missed out on her growing up from age 9 to 14. When I came home for the summer, she would sleep in my room all summer long even if it was on the floor or on an uncomfortable cot. She just wanted to be in the same room even if we weren’t doing anything together. While I would be on my laptop she was watching shows on Disney channel. I’d drag her to the pool with me and to the store to rent movies.

We even order Shirley Temples everywhere we go. We both love smoked oysters with RITZ crackers, cream cheese and sweet pickles. Another food obsession of ours that we take after our Grandpa is pickled herring with crackers. We’re both picky when it comes to food except for smoked oysters & pickled herring.

She’s lucky she was able to stay up late all the time since I’d let her. Our parents’ bedroom was all the way over on the other side of the house. Although I had tricks for when I needed to get her to bed but couldn’t. When she didn’t have her hearing aids on, I would stand outside her room and pretend to scream for Mom & Dad. It for sure worked for a while!
When we moved back home after I graduated from college, things were different. Tyler was living with me and we both had to look for a job so there wasn’t time to play or hang out. Also my sister was at the age where she was going out more and on MySpace a lot. Every time I tried to talk with her and see what was new, she would always say, “nothing much”. That was always the end of our conversation. I found myself sometimes lecturing her because I didn’t want her to do some of the things I wish I had not done. Please do not tell me I sound like a Mom already!
When I ask her to hang out these days she tells me I’m too old to hang out with. I don’t know if it’s just me but if I had an older brother or sister that was 25 when I was 16, I’d definitely want to hang out with them sometimes. I’m hoping that she gets out of this phase soon and we’ll be able to have a better relationship where we can actually hang out and have a conversation that doesn’t seem like I’m interviewing her.
I have had to learn to accept that she’s not that little girl who follows me around anymore. She’s not my mini-me anymore. Life goes on.





















