Being a sister is without a doubt one of the best jobs in the world and I also have chance to be able to one of the people who cares for her sister. I am grateful that I am able to be both for Connie but over the years I have learned that there is a very fine line between being a sister and being a carer.
For me, being a sister is being someone Connie can be proud of and that she can rely on. It involves things that any “big sister” would do like playing with her, protecting her and giving her any help and advice that I can. Connie likes me to paint her nails, do her hair (as long as it is done ‘softly’!) and to help her pick which bag and purse she would like to take out that day.
I find it hard to define what being a carer because everything that I do to ‘care’ for Connie is also what I would naturally do for my sister anyway. Technically my caring covers all personal care for Connie, giving her all her medication, cooking her food and making sure she is okay. Clearly this is just a few examples … the full list is endless!
First and foremost I am, and always will be, Connie’s older sister and (I’d like to think) I am her friend like any sister should be. I put my “carer’s hat” on only when Connie needs me to. It makes an appearance or two every single day but I never feel that it is my main role in Connie’s life. Don’t get me wrong, it can be a lot of hard work and can be quite upsetting but she is my sister – I would do everything 100 times over for her if she needed me too. That is what sisters are for!