on being an old soul and a little sister

A few days ago I wrote a note on facebook telling 25 things about myself.  

One of them was that I’m an old soul and a little sister.  I thought I’d expound on this here.  I am the youngest of four children.  I also have always been kind of old.  It’s a bit of a cunundrum.  So here’s a list (I like lists) on being an old soul that’s a little sister:

1) As a child, I used to think my older siblings should grow up.

2) I was often called “mature” as a child, which I now think meant that I spent too much time talking to adults.  

3) I married a man almost 9 years older than me and he’s always surprised when we play board games and the “little sister” part comes out (meaning, I am competitive and always suspect people of cheating).

4) I am really looking forward to being the “older woman” in Titus 2. (How old do you have to be for that, anyway, I’m 27, so I figure by 40 I should qualify). 

5) I like things that are said to be “classic,” including books, clothes, decor.. anything really, and have an aversion to the word modern.

6) I’m known by the people I grew up with as Abby (or some simply say, “isn’t that so and so’s little sister?).  Very little sister-ish, don’t you think?  

7) I take myself seriously.  I think I’m the only one.  (thank goodness)

What are you?  Are you a youthful person who’s the oldest brother?  Or some other strange, oxy-moron-like combination?


6 thoughts on “on being an old soul and a little sister

  1. Uhhh, yes, of course… that typo was completely intentional… meant to make fun of you. Nothing to do with my errant proof-reading.

  2. We have a few things on the list in common:)

    I don’t know about being more “mature,” but I was known to be very serious.

    I don’t mind getting older–I’m already 47, and hopefully I’ll be able to encourage others as we are instructed in Titus 2.

    I like classic things; I don’t usually like modern things.

  3. Well, I’m the oldest in my family and I probably fit that description quite well.

    No oxy-moron here….

    Even though I’m 18, among peers I’m always guessed to be much older. I was the youngest in my class and consequently usually the youngest in the groups I ran with….but no one ever guessed it.

    At 13 I was okay with it, and it’s yet to upset me, but it’s always had me asking this question – “When I’m 40….how old are people going to think I am?!?!?”

  4. I think Ab, that I have spent a lot of my adult life trying to be Titus2, and may have gotten there with some younger women when I was in my 50’s. It only works though with young women who respect you. And as for #7, it has been my life story. Love you.

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