Big Little Reveal

I will say it: I’m scared stiff to know whether my little will like me or not.

This week is fondly called “George Banta Week,” or the time when the sophomore pledge class in my sorority finally gets their littles. We found out last Wednesday and are finally revealing ourselves to them this week. I have never been so nervous for something in my entire life.

Will she like me?

Will she want to hang out with me?

Will she be disappointed that I’m her big?

Where did she pref me on her list?

Who would’ve been her top choice?

What do I get her this week?

How do I get to know her without letting her know who I am?

Is she allergic to any of the goodies that I am yearning to buy for her?

Will she even like the crafts I made for her?

Will she want to hang them up?

So many questions are finding their way in and out of my head as I get more and more nervous leading up to reveal. I have crafting to do, surprises to orchestrate, favors to ask and all of this on top of my already rigorous schedule and workload.

Hopefully, she’ll love me no matter what, but there’s always that chance that she just doesn’t like me at all. I always have my family behind me, knowing they fully love and care about me. They’re the ones who are always there to pick me up and have been keeping me sane throughout this entire process.

What is meant to be will be. I just have to keep reminding myself of it.