If you would have asked me last January what “Big-Little” meant, I would have told you that it entailed a bunch of squealing girls, hugging each other with iron grips and taking more pictures than you would at a wedding.
Today, if you ask me what “Big-Little” means, I’ll tell you that it’s forming a bond that you’d be hard-pressed to find anywhere else.
I went through my own Big-Little week and had a blast. I’ve never been one who’s much for surprises, but these were the kinds of surprises that made you feel special, with butterflies in your stomach instead of knots. Reveal day was full of the same screams and pictures and hugs that I had heard of before joining a sorority (and rolled my eyes at before) – the difference was that this time, I understood that it was far more than just getting showered with gifts. But, as everything else did, it flew by all too soon.
So when it came time for me to be on the other side of it all – the planner, the crafter, the sneak, the Big – I had plenty of time to take it all in. Life wasn’t moving any slower, but that wide-eyed amazement at all things Greek had now been replaced with a respect for the amount of work that goes into Big-Little. To say I was intimidated would be an understatement.
All sorts of fears ran through my head when I realized it was my turn at bat – would I be able to paint a canvas that was good enough to give to someone else? Would I be clever enough to go one whole week keeping it a secret, while constantly having to come into contact with her? Who would that her be? Would I find someone that I would have that fabled Big-Little connection with? What if I didn’t? Or worse – what if I found a little sister who didn’t feel the same way about me?
It only took one “date” to have all of those concerns melt away. I immediately knew who was going to be my Little. I didn’t even allow myself to think that I could be paired with anyone else. I just knew!
Fast-forward through a whole week full of nothing but spilled paint and inhaled Mod Podge fumes and neck aches from crafting, and it was finally time to put it all together. Time to sit back, relax, and sigh a breath of relief, right? Wrong. As mentioned before, surprises aren’t really my thing, and neither is planning them. I planned my first surprise party earlier this year and thought that I was going to either burst from the secret or die from stress. A whole week of nothing but sneaking around? I paled at the thought.
All right, so now we’re definitely in the “All Clear” for emotion, right? We’re through with stressing about pairings, the crafting is done, the gifts have all been delivered. No more stress!
I am very glad to say that she did find me, and that we did drop the sheet (after she fell in the hallway and busted her rear end… love you, Lindsay). And oh, the moment was just as exciting as anyone could have ever hoped!
But it’s also the knowledge of knowing that whatever happens, you have someone to fall back on – a relationship that immediately has a foundation with nothing but love, excitement, and adoration poured into it. And for the Big, it’s knowing that you have a responsibility of looking out for someone, of always having a shoulder to lean on, of always knowing just what to say and what kind of coffee to get when she’s having a bad day. And to me, that’s a pretty sweet deal, no matter what side of the sheet you’re on.