The way my sister views me

I wanted to post these two pieces my sister wrote about me. One was when she was a freshman and I was a little kid. The other was just this year for my graduation. I feel that having this on my blog will be a constant support system for me, and that maybe this way anybody reading my blog and feeling close to me through my words can get a chance to feel even closer.


THEN, Titled: BEAN

My brothers call my sister Brittany "Psycho" or "Little Spaz," but to me she's a little shadow, constantly copying my every move.

She is short and thin as a rail. She weighs less than my brother who is over a year younger than her. She has hair so curly that it can not be straightened. Her hair is like little corkscrews plastered to her head. She has eyes like the ocean and a little button nose. She looks really out of place because all my siblings and I look alike except for her.

She is always following me around, copying what I do. If I eat a cookie, so does she. If I put my hair in a pony tail, so does she. When I go outside to practice my rifle or colorguard flag, she takes a plastic kid's baseball bat and pretends to twirl it around.

She changes clothes more times a day than a runway model. I have no idea why she does this, but every time she walks upstairs and comes down again, she has a different outfit on. She loves frilly dresses that she pulls out of her dresser to wear. They are supposed to be for holidays and special occasions, but she doesn't understand that. My mom has given up on her dressing style, and lets her do whatever she wants with her outfits. I don't get surpised when she is wearing a wool Christmas dress in June.

I swear that she has schizophrenia. She can be a little monster or sweet as sugar. She flashes her big Colgate smile to get out of trouble and says her famous line, "I didn't do it." She gets into my makeup, breaks my hairclips, and loses my jewelry that she steals from my room. I know she does all this for attention, but I really hate it. After she cries and says she is sorry, I usually forgive her, even though I probably shouldn't.

We call her "Bean" because she thinks she is Dominique Moceanu, and she is always flipping around like a little jumping bean. She is actually pretty good at it for a four year and old and I wouldn't be surprised if she was in the Olympics someday.

Even though she's weird and the odd one in the family, she's my little sister and we stick together.


NOW, Titled: BRITTERS

My brothers won't take her disc golfing because they think they'll be slowed down by her less than spectacular athletic abilities. I would take her everywhere, because to me, she's the best person in the entire world.

She is still short and still thin. She radiates beauty from her heart and dazzles everything and everyone she encounters. Her curls have straightened out and has a texture similar to mine: like a "messy day at the beach" crazy hair. She has illuminating blue-green eyes that sparkle with the same pixie mischievousness of her youth.

She walks by my side, enjoying life with me. No longer my little shadow, she has discovered and creates a beautiful life of her own. She has friends that adore her and the words she expresses, whether by voice or written word they make a difference. We have enjoyed so much together: our first vacation, the Producers, nature walks, and random adventure days. Her laughter will open up any room to love and awareness.

She still changes clothes more times a day than a run-way model. I'm happy she's learned wool Christmas dresses are not appropriate for summer. She has a unique style that I could never dare to try on and it makes her uniquely her own. Fashion.

Her schizophrenia has calmed down into a very expressive and creative woman. She still gets into all my stuff, but I don't mind now because I can fit into her clothes too! The Rory to my Lorelai- She can borrow whatever she wants.

We call her "Britters." I think my great friend Jessie created that nickname. Instead of watching gymnastics, she's now a talented dancer. She is very good at it, and I wouldn't be surprised if she danced for UW Madison someday.

Even though she's still weird and odd, it's wonderful. I remember being 11 or so and telling my mom that I wanted a sister. It was as if I knew she was coming. I can't imagine life without this fantastic woman that is my best friend, with the entire world ahead of her. Magic follows her whenever she goes. She is the change I wish to see in the world. Now, if she would just care about starving children, she'd be perfect.




My sister is my world. My everything. In 6th grade I wrote a paper about my hero and chose her. I still feel this way, only more so. She's not only my hero, she's my best friend, my guardian, my sister and my mother rolled into one. I couldn't ask for a better person to talk sense into me at 3 am and to watch Grey's Anatomy marathons with. She's beautiful inside and out, and she is everything I can only hope to emulate.