She entered my life just after I turned five – a most traumatic experience for one of the most spoiled children in the world. After all, I was the first grandchild on both sides of the family tree. I had free reign for almost five whole years. Suddenly my life was turned upside down and I had to compete with a tiny, screaming, naturally curled, adorable little girl – who later grew into Miss Congeniality, Personality Plus, drop dead gorgeous and thin. I guess that’s what they mean by sibling rivalry.
When we were children, she followed me like a hawk – always wanting to get in on my action. My friends became her friends. My toys had to be shared with her. My spotlight shifted over to her and her precociousness. She locked the two of us in the bathroom when she was only two, and the only way to get out was to call the fire department, have him crawl through a 3 foot square window, and scare the heck out of us. Actually I’m making a lot of this up, but stories do get embellished over time.
The teen years were even worse. She borrowed my sweaters, but hers were way too small for me. She was amassing great popularity and had hoards of friends. I admit to being quite jealous of her.
When we left home to start our own families, she and her husband moved to another state. We followed a few years later. They moved again. At first I thought she was trying to run away from me, but it was really her husband’s career that sent them on one move after another.
She has a great sense of humor. She had to in order to be related to me. Like me, she has done some pretty bizarre things in her life – like picketing her husband’s fast food business (she worked for him) because he didn’t pay her enough. She’s been known to walk into a stranger’s car and strike up a conversation with the driver, thinking he was her husband. She was an amazing home decorator and could wallpaper a house in no time. It was a good thing too, because she was always moving into another one.
Since her husband was a rising star in the franchising world, he would be often be gone for a week or more at a time. Her girls were growing up during that time and it was tough to parent alone. She did so, however, because her desire to be a mother was great and it took a while before she became one. She passed down much of what our own mother did. We look back at our children and see a reflection of their grandparents as well as our own. She taught her girls to be independent, thoughtful, compassionate, strong and determined.
After raising those two lovely daughters, she found her own niche as an event planner – a perfect job for one who loves to party. This job sent her traveling from place to place and, along with all her moves, she got to see most of the country and many parts of the world. It may seem like a glamorous job, but I know for a fact that she worked her butt off making things perfect for her clients – all while keeping the home fires burning.
She has the best of both our parents in her – she’s confident, strong, ambitious, resilient, funny, loving, and hard working. Though we haven’t shared great amounts of time together, we always seem to be able to pick up where we left off. Laughter usually reigns supreme.
Through many years of growing up together, dressing up in bed sheet evening gowns, fighting like cats and dogs, this woman has blessed my life more than she’ll ever know. Happy Mother’s Day, Sis!