I had a wake-up phone call from my sister this morning. Basically, she needed me to lend my ear to her so that she wouldn’t explode. She immediately launched into a rant about her husband’s grandparents hoarding watermelon. To make a long story short, they wanted to eat an entire watermelon in front of the children and give them none (She was the “friend” I was talking about in this post).
Five of the eight of us. I’m in the red, The sister I am talking about is next to me.
I love all seven of my siblings, even the three I don’t really know. We’ve all been through the ringer a time or two, but the love is there. Today, though, I am focusing on the one that has always been in my life; the one that was with me once I was adopted. Our relationship has been on my mind today.
Parents, other siblings, children, and friends have been in and out of my life; she has remained the constant. She has been by my side from the darkest part of my youth to the brightest part of my adulthood. She has been hungry with me, she has been hurt alongside me, she has been homeless with me; she knows. I have held her while she gave birth, and we held onto my mom while she took her last breath. We have been though thick and thin.
The thing about my sister is that we are so similar and yet so different. We are biological sisters, but look very different. She is athletically built without even having to exercise; I am hourglass built and become very round without exercise. At one point, we were both in size 4. She was 105 lbs and I was 137 because our bodies are not alike. She is very conservative and I am very liberal. I talk a lot and she talks more. She loves to clean; I don’t. I love to cook; she doesn’t. She likes to collect stuff; I collect nothing.
The thing I love about us is that no matter our differences, we love each other. We have one another’s back. If she were to rob a bank, I would be there to hold her hand in prison. She has made countless trips to visit me since I moved away from home, because she loves me. We are almost like twins. If one of us is having a problem, the other knows about it without a word or a call. We support one another.
I have raised my children, daughter (11) and son (9), to be best friends. I want them to have the same sort of relationship as us. So far they do. Of the five beds in this house, they sleep with one another every night. They take care of each other to the point of ganging up on me (which I approve of). There is love, and I am proud to say that they understand it by example.
So this is to my sister that loves me, no matter my choices. That loves me despite disapproving of (while laughing at) my blog. That loves me because I am me and doesn’t want to change my spirit. I will love her until the day I die.
Lady or Not… Here I Come!
P.S. Jason wrote his Gentleman or Not post on my blog today. It’s about how you should erase your iPhone before you sell it! Check it out HERE.