Here is how my conversation went last night after my Weight Watcher weigh in with my sister via text:
Kath: How much weight did you lose?
Me: Don’t want to talk about it…aka none
Kath: What happened? Nevermind…just read your blog. I am proud of you for blogging how you really feel.
Me: Yeh…not such a good week.
Kath: I am very proud of you. I know I have told you before but I don’t think you tell someone that too much.
Ahhhhh….the words of my older sister who is proud of me. If you are a sister, you will relate to what I am about to say. If you are not a sister, I’m sorry. Here are some of my favorite sister memories:
- When I was little, I would long for my older sister to play with me. I would follow after her begging her to play house or school with me.
- When we got a little bit older, we would argue about who made the biggest mess in the bedroom we shared and insist it was the other person.
- We would draw a line down the center of the room and dare the other one to cross it (soon to realize the one whose line was not on the side with the door was going to have a hard time getting in and out of the room).
- In the car, we would tattle because, “Her arm is on my side” or “She is touching me” or “She’s looking at me funny.”
- We would fight over the ONLY plug in the bathroom (crazy right, we only had one plug and as soon as we got older and moved out they re-did the bathroom so now there are two plugs…cruel!).
- We screamed and yelled at each other through most of our teenage years and “hated” one another.
- We went to college and decided we hadn’t had enough of each other so we decide to live together. More of the same…
- Then, we grew up and got married and stood by each other’s side while the other one devoted the rest of their life to the man they were standing next to.
- I got the “I’m pregnant!” phone call once, twice, no, three times. She get’s the “Not pregnant this month” phone call for the last three years.
- I got to be there with her during the 24 hours of labor with her first child and get to help with her first bath.
- I got to be there when her other two are only minutes old.
- I was there with her when her second child had exploding poop every time you changed her diaper and Kath got pooped on, for the third time!
- I was there with her when she had her youngest tested for ADD and told her it was going to be ok, trust me, I work with children every day with ADHD.
- I get to encourage her with my weight loss and cry with her when we don’t do so well.
I get it. I get it all and she gets it all-we are sisters!
My sister, Katherine is amazing. She has three children and still manages to do it all. I am very proud of her and I NEED her in my life. That’s why I am thankful she is taking control of her future. Katherine, I am just as proud of you as you are of me! You are doing it and I love that about you. Just don’t give up. You CAN do this!
Do you have a sister or sibling? If so, what is your favorite memory?