Sisterly love

There was a post recently, on a blogging group I’m part of, asking people to write a post about their sister(s). It would be posted on their blog page on a certain date. I wasn’t sure it was something I wanted to do. If I was going to do it, I wanted to post it myself.

January 8th 1994. That was the date my sister, Ashleigh Jayne Worthington, was born. I was 13 months old… Yes my parents are crazy! I’m sure they would admit that too.

Obviously, I am too young to have actual memories of Ash as a baby, but mum and dad have told me stories over the years from when she was first born. The most recent and appropriate ones, since having Alfie, are of me trying to feed Bash (Ashleigh’s nickname) and shoving her bottle in her mouth, saying “here you go baba!” I was such a kind loving sister!

This won’t mean much to some of you, but tough, here’s a list of some of my favourite things growing up with a little sister:

  • We played with Barbie’s together (and Action Men when Ed came along!)
  • We camped out in the tent together (in the back garden!)
  • We drew lines (tickled) each others backs (well… I should probably mention that I always pretended to be asleep so I didn’t have too… Thank you for still doing it with me promising I wouldn’t fall asleep every time though Bash!)
  • We had great fun climbing through the hatch to watch TV when mum had locked the lounge off for us being naughty!
  • We did dancing/singing/dressing up shows at Nanna’s that we always amazing!
  • We sun bathed on the sponges in Nanna and Grandad’s back garden, fighting over who had the biggest sponge!
  • We loved chasing Tully around the garden
  • We were a bit strange making up games with Martha pretending to be the Charmed Girls and having magic powers!

The list could go on, but those are some of the best.

We haven’t always got on well. We were best friends for a while and then we got older, and we got in each others way. We fought. Hair pulling, slapping, scratching, real kind of fighting!

We argued. Well, screamed at each other normally. We gave each other the silent treatment. Sometimes, we just disliked each other… the typical teenage stage where both of us were moody and didn’t want to know the other!

I wouldn’t change any of it for the world. Which sounds strange, given how much we didn’t get on!

It was during the ‘I hate you’ stages, I got told numerous times that as soon as one of us moved out, we would be the best of friends. I got fed up of hearing it because there was not a chance it would be true! Well, I wouldn’t say we were best friends, but we are definitely really good friends now.

Saying that, I miss my sister. She lives two hours away, I can’t just pop round the corner to see her, it isn’t that easy. Sometimes I wish it was. She’s my little sister. Sometimes I need her, and sometimes she needs me. We will always be there for each other, even if we go back to fighting and slagging matches and pulling each others hair. She will always be my little sister and I will always be her big sister (no comments about my height allowed Ashleigh!!!) and what everybody said was true.

It’s because as I got older, I had a job, I had a boyfriend, then I moved out, found out I was pregnant, I got engaged, and now I have a little boy, everything has changed. Life at mum and dad’s was easier without us both under the same roof, we get on better when we’ve not spent too much time together!

We now communicate via Snapchat and photos of our faces, or food, or Alfie (doesn’t everybody?!) We talk about rubbish and it is great!

One of the reasons Ashleigh is the best sister in the world, and only sister, is because she is also the best Aunty in the world. I couldn’t have asked for her to do any more. She loves Alfie. She is the crazy, silly, you can get away with anything with me, kind of Aunty and so she should be! I will be with her kids!

So, this blog is basically to say thank you for being a great sister Bash! Lets continue to fight (we did last time I went back to mum and dad’s… Yes, I’m 22 and she is 21 and we were sat on the sofa and each other, pulling hair, pushing, licking faces (bash licking me!) and enjoying acting like five year olds). Just like it should be. It was great fun!

Let’s continue to send silly Snapchats and let’s continue to be there to support each other or take the mick (whichever is more appropriate!)

Love ya!

Apart from when you broke my arm… Yeah, you thought you’d got away with that one didn’t you?! YES, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, SHE BROKE MY ARM!

Big Sister Mummy Fox xx