Twin Sisters or Potential Triplets?

When I was younger, I begged and pleaded with my parents to have one more baby. I wanted a little brother extremely badly. At the time, I didn’t understand how great it was to have two sisters. For those of you who don’t know, which I don’t think is many of you, I have twin sisters. They are about two years older than me, but I find it important to note that they are one year, ten months, and four days older than me. That provides me about two months to say I’m only one year numerically younger than them. For example, if I turn nineteen, they will still be twenty for two months. That isn’t important, but it makes me feel good. Although I thought I did a good job of convincing my parents, my dream never came true. I was stuck with two sisters, who were older than me, and had very different personalities and interests. How can two girls not love Star Wars, Lego, and superheroes? I feel like those are three very lovable things. As we grew up together, I remember my grandma always telling me that I would fight to be the oldest. I always wanted to outrank my sisters. I would do whatever it took to feel older than them. Technically, Phoebe is the oldest by a minute. She popped out of the oven barely before Bella. Up until Covid, I actually always felt like Bella was the oldest. She was always a year or two ahead of where Phoebe and I were. She was much more mature, independent and, in the nicest way possible, she was the boss. Phoebe and I may have acted tough from time to time, but we are, for the lack of a better word, mama’s boys. Phoebe was mature in a different way and stayed out of all the shit. Bella and I used to bicker quite a lot. I think if you talk to my parents, that last sentence is an understatement. I was always jealous of Bella and she was always jealous of me. Whatever she got, I wanted. Whatever I got, she wanted. I don’t remember when things began to change, but they did. Bella and I have always been the night owls of the family. I think that might’ve helped us to start getting along. We’d both be up until four in the morning and occasionally see each other in the kitchen getting food. I remember going to get my third chocolate milk of the night and running into her and having long talks about random shit. Bella is still one of the best people to talk about random shit to. She knows all the pop culture references. I’m skipping over a long timeline, but I want to fast forward to Covid. I hate when people say Covid sucked. I loved lockdown. I would say it is one of the most important times of my life. Our family has always been close. We travel together, we hang out together, we tell each other everything, but Covid was a different type of camaraderie. We did so much together. I’m very thankful for this time because of that. I think all this time pent up together made my relationship with Bella and Phoebe stronger than ever. Being two grades behind my sisters always made me feel so much younger than them. During covid, there wasn’t really that solid bold line. We were all just there online. My whole childhood, I strived to be older and finally over Covid I felt like we were all the same age. That totally changed when the girls went off to college, but that is a story for another day. Covid brought us closer together and eliminated my desire to be older. Even to this day, I sometimes forget that we aren’t the same age. I’m at college now and I don’t see them every day like I used to. I fill in the gaps with what I know, but there still isn’t a bold line of age. The point of this post wasn’t to rant about how I’m jealous of my sisters, although they both carry tons of qualities I am jealous of. The point of this post was to talk about how grateful I am for them. I learned so much from having sisters that I don’t think I would’ve gotten if I had a brother like I originally wanted. I wouldn’t be surprised if my parents felt like they had three daughters because of how bad I wanted to be like my sisters. I always wanted to be like my sisters and I still do till this day. I wish I had Phoebe’s balls to move halfway across the world to learn what she wants to learn. Whether it is an internship in Hawaii, six weeks in Korea for a Korean Film class, or moving to Japan for five months for a semester abroad. I wish I had Bella’s ability to pick up anything and be a master at it within the next week. I remember hearing on the phone “Bella started crocheting” and coming home the next week to multiple impressive fully knit beanies. I’ve always had a really hard time drawing realistic things, but Bella’s fashion illustrations are 1000x better than I could do if I tried my hardest and I don’t even know how long she’s been doing it for. I’m very proud of my sisters and I’m very grateful for them. I would hope they know that by now, but this post is just a nice reminder they deserve from time to time. Happy Wednesday!