I’ve never done a post like this before, readers. But for anyone in Greek life, I figured they would understand my feelings to my little as she reaches a new stepping stone in our sorority. So here goes my open letter to my little –
To my most perfect little one,
From the second we met, I knew you were meant to be mine. It wasn’t even recruitment yet, but I remember meeting you and thinking “SHE is my future little” and texting my own big with nervous and anticipation, explaining I had already found the future member of our perfect family. And through recruitment and bid night, when you ran into my arms, I was reassured. One of my best friend, future bridesmaids, and rocks just came running into my life. I was blessed with the greatest big and was even happier to welcome you, my perfect little, into the Bad Girls Club.
Over that year together, I was reminded each and every day of our bond. From library dates, Saturday nights out with Saturday night cuddle sessions, laughs, tears, ups, downs, and tons of (post going out) food, you were the little sister I never had. I took you under my wing the same way my perfect big did for me – which fraternity boys to talk to, the best places to spend your weekend (and occasional weekday) nights, clothing advice, and the ins and outs of college and sorority life.
I bragged about you – your awesome grades, student involvement, great fashion sense, and even how amazing your mom’s food was. You were (and still are) perfect and I wanted to scream it from the top of Sleeping Giant Mountain the exact same way I still do.
My friends called you little. My family called you little. I called you little and you were all mine.
But then, you got your own little. Another perfect addition to the Bad Girls Club – an ice cream loving, Taylor Swift singing, Grateful Dead drinking Bad Girl who fit in just perfectly. She became the next addition to the group of best friends and future bridesmaids who support each other through and through.
Deep down, I was always so nervous I was just going to fade into the background. It was an irrational fear, I always knew, because our relationship was more than just a sorority title tied together with gifts and cute Instagram pictures. But I was never good at sharing and now I had to share you – the same way Katherine had to share me. In the same excitement, happiness, and pride that I swallowed you up in, I began fearing if I ever made Katherine feel left out and then got nervous that I was going to feel left out.
You had your own little one to spoil and I had to learn to share you. She would be cuddled up with you on a Saturday night and she would be going to Chipotle when you just need to vent, too. Just the same way that you quickly became my best friend, along side my own big, she was going to do the same.
And at the same time, all those fears of being thrown to the side, were pushed aside on their own. I was so proud of you. I bragged how awesome of a job you were doing with your own little, how you were so nurturing and making such an impact on our chapter. How, per usual, you were being just so amazing and awesome and perfect.
And now it’s your turn. Lauren just welcomed Taylor into a group of girls that the chapter said “good luck” to during reveal. She’s another 1 am-diner-eating Bad Girl who is going to be standing next to us at the alter.
But remember, another addition to the family will never lessen the value of one. It’s another person to help lift a Bad Girl’s spirits, support her, and hold her hair on her worst nights. She’ll be there to tell you boys suck, your hair looks pretty, and anything else you want – and sometimes may need- to hear. Never fear that your own big-little relationship is in shambles, because in the end, it really isn’t. And when you feel like it may be, I’ll be there with coffee oreo ice cream to assure you that it is not.
Love you forever and a day,