I’m 7 years older than my sister P. That means I’m old enough to remember life before her, and therefore feel this sense of duty to be a Christian example and mentor. Yes, all because I am old enough to remember life before her (ha).

Yet-

at the same time I feel this tug to be the friend, the cool sister- not the mother.

Such a predicament. I often joke to myself that I’m the little angel and devil that sit on my sister’s shoulders.

I’m often the mother, you know, the one that you can actually tell “real” stuff to without fear of anything happening to you because you can’t be punished and at the same time can get some good advice. However, sometimes I’m the “cool sister-” the one that teaches you the right way to wear something trampy with class (ha ha or notsomuch. Sadly, my sister is my fashion expert. Not the other way around)- which is what I always want to be but for some reason can’t let go of myself long enough to capture.

Today I was the cool sister.

Totally the cool sister.

“Hello, School Secretary? This is P’s mom. She has an appointment at 11:00 and will need to leave school today. Her driver will pick her up.”

I hung up, feeling like the “cool sister.” I could feel the mother in me creep up and tell me I was an idiot, but I gotta level with you- I didn’t feel bad at all. I skipped my fair share of school (ha ha, but was such a nerd that I would actually call my mom to tell her I was going to skip… can we say major dork!?) and turned out just fine (well… that’s still up for debate, but work with me here). Besides, it was Senior Skip Day and all her friends were going to be gone. See? I’m a nicey.

So P- I hope you had a wonderful day off.

Oh and mom, if you read this post I’m totally kidding. I’ll say anything to be able to post, even make up outlandish stories about your perfect, wonderful, unblemished daughter.