A.S. Thorne

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what it means to be a sister. Not just in the biological sense – sharing parents and childhood memories – but it a way that matters more: showing up for each other.

I want to be my sister’s sister. I want to be the person they know they can call, no matter what. The one who shows up, who listens, who cheers them on even when they don’t think they’re doing enough.

I’m a worrier by nature. I always have been. I’ve spent so much of my life worrying about my sisters – if they’re okay, if they feel loved, if they know how much they matter. If they know how proud I am of the people they’ve become.

And not just them – my brother, too.

I’m proud of all of them.

Sometimes I don’t say it enough. Or maybe I say it, but it doesn’t come out the way I feel in my chest – this mix of love and hope and fierce protectiveness.

I look at them and see the best parts of where we came from, and all the ways they’ve grown past what held us back. I see their strength, even when they don’t recognize it in themselves.

I want to be a good sister. The kind who tells them often:

I see you.
I am proud of you.
I’m here if you need me.

And also the kind who doesn’t just worry in the dark but reaches out and says something. Because love doesn’t mean much if you don’t let it out where it can be felt.

So to my sisters – and my brother – I hope you know:

I worry because I care.
I cheer because I believe in you.
I love you because you’re mine, and because you’re exactly who you’re meant to be.

I want to be your sister in every sense of the word.

And I am so proud of you.

Your turn:
Who are you showing up for, even if you don’t always say the words out loud? Maybe today’s the day to tell them how much they mean to you.

<3 A.S. Thorne