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?
In the title, do you mean ‘AN old soul’?
You’re mocking my title typo from earlier this week, aren’t you?
Uhhh, yes, of course… that typo was completely intentional… meant to make fun of you. Nothing to do with my errant proof-reading.
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.
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?!?!?”
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.
Hmmm. I’m turning 40 this week, but I don’t think it counts until all the kids are out of diapers.