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This Is The Realest Letter Ever Written To Older Sisters


Dear Older Sisters and Friends with children,

Don't get offended when we refuse to babysit your kids because truth be told, we are not obliged to. It is neither our duty nor responsibility. Matter of fact, it is a favour we do you. We want to believe you had this whole parenting thing figured out before you dug into it so it’s quite unfair that you drag us along and expect us to just go with the flow.

We love you, honestly, but we have got our own lives to live—many impromptu dates to go on, a lot of sleeping to do, and basically a lot of yes-I’m-busy-doing-nothing-whatchu-gonna-do-about-that phases to go through, and to think that we ought to put all these very important twenty-something-year time of life on hold just to listen to incessant wailing and play houses? No. We’re sorry, it’s just not how we imagined our future to shape out.

And don’t even get us started on the you’re-also-gonna-have-kids-someday-and-imma-be-there-for-you shid. Hell you might not even be here when it’s our turn and let’s face it, nanny express’ got us. So can you just cut us some slack and not get angry or give us the silent treatment when we put ourselves above your short notice need?

Some of us are not making babies now because we want to figure out this adulthood thingy, build a career, travel the world, make Friday night and weekend arrangements, be out partying all night, and basically get ourselves all ironed out before we drop them babies and accept the new life of sleeplessness, mumbo jumbo language, and making faces. We really don’t have to deal with this right now, but we may, for you, only don’t put it to us that we have to, new mommy because we don’t!

If we are to babysit your little devils we will do so on our own terms, alright? Thank you, you are all so understanding.

With so much love it’s bursting out of our stomachs,
Younger sisters and friends without young’uns.

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