Sister sister
I’m getting ready to leave my sisters when I walk into her room and find her busy working at her desk. She asks for a few minutes to finish up something and then we make our way to the station together.
It’s chilly upside and I’m thankful for her coat which I had to borrow because I unwisely left mine at home the day before.
I hadn’t planned to sleep over but I also wasn’t looking forward to spending more time being sorry for myself by myself. So I chose to be sorry for myself in the company of my sister and her husband.
Yesterday we went for a long leisurely by the docks and the views were so pretty. And as we walked and talked I couldn’t help but think how much we’ve grown.
When we were kids, my sister was an annoying pest who wore my clothes and left them dirty. She would finish her snacks and find ways to get her hands on mine.
I was the uptight first child. I only wanted to read my books and do my chores. She on the other hand had zero interest in both of those things.
Today. Opposite.
She’s the home body while I’m the one with the full social calendar.
She’s the one who is married to her boyfriend of x (I’ve honestly forgotten how many) years while I’m the serial dater who really doesn’t believe men are worthy of her greatness.
She’s always been the more naive one and I the more worldly one. She more stuffy/prudish, I more open minded/ liberal. Too liberal almost.
Somehow we’ve managed to have a good relationship despite our differences. She doesn’t agree with many of my views or actions even but we somehow manage to maintain a good sister relationship.
This good sister relationship has deepened over the past couple of years in the most pleasant of ways.
I’m not sure if it’s the tragedy around her wedding or becoming a wife or maybe spending more time with me has rubbed off on her but there’s something softer about her. More open and receptive. It’s beautiful to watch the evolution.
As we walked yesterday we talked about everything from Twitter debates to the fact that pregnancy was designed as punishment for decendants of Eve and it should be okay for people who are literally serving punishment to complain and not always have to grin and bear it because the result is supposedly worth it. (It isn’t always of course)
I revealed something I had no intention of revealing but in that moment I didn’t have to think twice about telling her. And her response was so much better than anything I’d have expected.
“Knowing to look for it, knowing there are all different types of great loves out there, is enough for me for now.”
Today I am grateful for the love of a sister. My sister. A love that allows me the time I need to come around at my own pace and welcomes me when I eventually do.
