From Cougar to Big Sister

Being a big sister seems to be a part of my identity.

I have three younger brothers whom I love to death. I think they are amazing people, even if they aren't perfect.

And I relish the big sister role.

My youngest brother is going through some really tough times. His girlfriend of three years with whom he recently purchased a house, just decided she was "no longer in love" with him.

He is crushed.

As am I. I try to stay optimistic for him, try to tell him he will be OK and he will find love...all the while he knows that I haven't.

In meantime, I've been adopted by a couple other young guys that I've met.

A 29 year old that confides in me about all his struggles with women. He doesn't understand why he has trouble approaching them, talking to them, dating them. He is very smart and very attractive, so I don't really get it either. I spend my time boosting his ego and giving advice. But I enjoy it! I like our banter, and I like the way he looks up to me.

A few weeks ago, I was contacted by a 30 year old that I had befriended during my Costa Rica trip a few years ago. He sent me emails once in a while, wanting to get together for lunch. He wanted to tell me about his girlfriend...Then he wanted to tell me about her pregnancy...and his struggle with his decision to marry her. I could tell he was definitely looking for guidance, for counsel, for a mom or a sister. This young man is estranged from his family and has no one.

So I attempted to offer support, my thoughts, my opinions. And he seemed to appreciate it. And it broke my heart to see how badly this young man needs a family. I thought about filling that role for him, but I'm not sure I can. I have a family (whom I could support more)...I have brothers (whom I could talk to more often).

Maybe this is why I keep getting "adopted" by various younger men...It's serving as a reminder to the sister role I already have.