I have wanted a sister as far back as I remember. I always envied the bonds shared between them, and even the competition. I grew up as the oldest child and only girl, with two younger brothers. Even the children that were close in age on my father’s side were all male. After the age of six, the appeal of playing army and crashing matchbox cars looses the appeal. Of course, as I mentioned in an earlier blog, in the very early 1960’s gender identity was defined even in Golden Books. I had my dolls, blackboard, and all the essential pretend kitchen components….all the things girls should be interested in. What I was lacking was someone to play with twenty four hours a day, seven days a week.
As a child, I was so jealous of the cousins who had older sisters to pave the way and teach them all the tricks. I longed to share even the knock-down drag out fist fights that scared the living daylights out of me while they were taking place. I was lucky enough to have had three female cousins a year older than I on my mother’s side. Even more fortunate was the fact that my mother saw fit to allow us to spend ample time together.
I did not, however, truly understand the connection between sisters until very recently. My brother married in October of last year, and I decided long before that I would not have a sister –in-law, but a real sister. The privilege of spending time with my new sister in the days prior to her wedding and helping with little tasks here and there, was wonderful. Just *knowing* what had to be done and doing it, with no need for words. Talking, and laughing and getting to know one another was wonderful. Gentle feedback and reassurances regarding wardrobe and such were exchanged, and as I zipped up her wedding gown, I was confident that my brother could not have found me a better sister.
Events of the past months have called for the further development of that bond…one that will never be severed. It is an indestructible force that sincerely celebrates small accomplishments of the other, and experiences the sorrows as well.
After forty-six years, I can honestly say this was most definitely worth the wait.
