growing pains.

Nearly three years ago, I wrote here:
For some reason, I don’t know why, I don’t think my sisters will be able to survive without me. My parents work strange hours, and more often than not, I’m the parent figure in the house. If I’m not there, who’s going to pester them to wear their coats, call home at such-and-such a time, do their chores before doing their homework, do their homework before going out, or not to hang out with that person because they’re no good? Even though the older of the two is only a year younger than me, I am years more mature than her…

And now the older of the two is having a baby. I still can’t fully wrap my mind around it. Even though she’s only a year younger than me, I still see her as my “little” sister. In my mind she’s still 9 or 10 years old. She’s just a baby. She can’t be having a baby.

Today we were talking online and she was showing me the dresses she was picking out for her wedding. Her wedding!

My mother told me years ago that she thought Mandi would end up married with kids before me. I never saw it. I thought she was too much of a free spirit to ever settle down. I guess I was wrong. Oy, nothing like people younger than you doing things you thought they wouldn’t do for years to make you feel old.

My 20th birthday is a month from tomorrow.

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