Coming into the weekend I am surprised by an unexpected -but welcomed - visitor, my little sister. She needed a place to stay while going to a horse clinic close by. That girl can always make me laugh. I am often reminded how differently I think of her, as she has grown up so much (as we all seem to do).
When we were little, I was so excited to learn I was having a little sister (3 years difference). My mother said that she would find me hanging out in her crib, or taking her somewhere in my baby carriage. When we were a little older, I used to read to her to sleep every night. I can remember her saying to me, "Kelly, you do know that I can read now, right?".
It's funny however old we get, she will always be my little sister. But I am very proud of the young women she has grown into. She was such a little shit disturber as a kid - and a hellion of a teenager. But she definitely has come into her own now. And is raising two beautiful girls. I am so happy the Peanut is able to grow up with her cousins.
Family is family. Sometimes we can get caught up in the roles that we played growing up, and refuse to see each other for the people we have come. Sometimes we fail to give each other the same consideration that we show the people that weren't born into our lives.
I wish that us sisters (there are 3 of us) were closer, both geographically and emotionally. But I will say when push come to shove - we would be there for one another in a heartbeat. And that's something.
I often feel that every family is dysfunctional, just that some are way more than others.
How are your relationships with your family? Do they have more or less weight then the relationships you have chosen as apposed to being born into? Is blood truly thicker than water?