Personal Childhood Web
When I think about my childhood (8th grade and younger) I would have to say there were only 3 influential people in my life for the most part. Since this is for school I will describe them briefly and summarize the support they gave me.
1 - Mother: My mom was a single mom who worked hard to provide for her 3 girls the best she could. She taught me a work ethic I have still today. Having no Dad was hard on me but my mom taught me how to do all sorts of things that may have been considered a "husband's job". She was a tough disciplinarian but I always knew she loved me.
2 - Oldest Sister: I was the youngest of 3 girls for 12 years (until my youngest sister was born) and the oldest sister of us three was very influential in my upbringing. I liked the same music she did, wanted to babysit like she did, wanted to play sports and get strong like she was and eventually have a car like she did too. She brought me to my first concert and gave me advice about boys. She is seven years older than me so we never really fought, she was just cool and inspiring for me.
3 - Older Sister: This sister and I are only 18 months apart and we definitely fought as kids. She was always bigger than me and even though we liked each other sometimes, we disliked each other more. In elementary school we fought over nothing but in high school it went to clothes and the phone mostly. I did know she loved me though because no one else could pick on me, only her, if you know what I mean.
Today, as an adult, I am blessed to be married into a rather large family who supports me with love and we spend many good times together. Unfortunately my oldest sister and my mom live far from me and I only see then about once a year. My other sister lives only about half an hour away from me and we see each other once or twice a week and talk 4 or 5 times a week on top of that. I definitely consider her my best friend. The times we have endured together cannot be put into words and the love and appreciation I have for her brings tears to my eyes. It seems silly that we used to fight all the time. I really wanted to not be her sister for a while when we were young. Now it would be hard to live without her.
We have something in common. My mother was a single mother who raised my brother and me on her own. Growing up in a single parent household gives you a new perspective on life that some people wont ever understand. Reading about your older sister reminds me of my brother and me. We fought like cats and dogs but regardless, that is my brother and I love him. I can fight with him but no one else can. No matter what the situation is, if you mess with my brother, you deal with me.
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