When I tell people I have a big family they don’t always believe me. I have 18 first cousins and one on the way.
My aunt recently announced that she was pregnant and my whole family is excited. It’s been five years since we’ve had a newborn on that side of the family. We’re also more excited because it’s the third girl on that side. There’s me, the oldest, and my cousin Lola, the youngest at five years old and now new baby Sofie.
I’m really excited for the new baby, especially because it’s a girl. I’ve been fortunate to be really close to my cousins despite the 13+ year age difference. Lola and I are especially close sine we are the only girls. Her and her family recently moved up to Columbia from Arkansas so I’ve gotten to spend lots of afternoons and evenings with her and I cherish it so much. It’s cool to see how much she looks up to me and I get to see the world through her eyes.
My relationship with Lola makes me both excited and sad for the new baby. I was talking with my brother’s girlfriend and she said, “Lola will be the you to the new baby,” and without thinking I said, “yeah because I probably won’t be around that much.”
The fact that I said that so easy made me realize how soon I’ll be graduating and moving out of Columbia. I was raised her and have always been within an hour of my closest family members, but who knows where I’ll end up after graduation. My plan has always been to move to a big city like Chicago, New York, or L.A. but all of those places are a plane ride away. Who knows how often I’ll be able to come back to Columbia at all.
I’m beginning to realize more and more everyday how close I am to true adulthood. College is that weird in-between time where you’re starting to claim more responsibility but not quite there yet. I’m not sure if I’m ready for it yet, but that doesn’t mean it’ll come any slower.