How true that statement is. I love my sister. There is none other like her. Truly no one else could drive me up a wall better than my sister. That is why I can't go long without wondering how she is, what she is up to, et cetera.
I didn't always think I loved my sister. Of course I lived my whole childhood with a severe case of sibling rivalry. I used to tell her she was adopted just to hear her run screaming to our mom crying. For a while she believed me. She was my gullible sister that would do pretty much anything I told her to. Like roll down the basement stairs and "I'll come down behind you. I promise". I never did follow, I wasn't getting hurt. One day I was mad at her and cut her ponytail off right above the elastic. Boy did I get in some decent trouble for that one. I could be one mean bean of a sister, but I missed her when she wasn't there for too long. I was pretty jealous of her. She could do no wrong and I was always in some sort of trouble. Turns out she felt the same way. Who knew.
My sister knows how to push my buttons, and I hers. It's taken many years, but we have finally come to terms that we are just two different people. From the things we believe in to the way we raise our children. We are who we are with all our idiosyncrasies. We can't change each other and bucking it won't make a difference, instead we have learned acceptance and tolerance. We can resort back to old ways, and we do, however, now we are able to come back and forgive much quicker. (We once went over a year without speaking)
We have been known to spend hours talking, making sheer none-sense, sharing intense belly laughs while our husbands look at us like we're a couple of nutters.
So why exactly is my sister my hero? She is a serious Supermom. It may not have been by choice for some things, but it's who she is none the less. She was always the one to help my mom out when we were kids, definitely picking up my slack. She held down a job at 17. I held down the right to run away several times and be a total PITA. She was a single mom for a while and then married life came her way along with a total of three more children. While she was a single mom she worked. In fact, she has worked on and off through the years. It's been harder the last few years as her youngest was born with CAH . Because she does need to be with her daughter at a moments notice having a regular job is next to impossible. Regardless of the many hospital visits (recent trip to Toronto for surgery for her daughter), she is a fantastic SAHM. She has learned how to cook incredible Italian dishes from her mother-in-law. She bakes and does the craftiest things with her children. She is a soccer mom and a drama-mama (her second takes acting classes). She pulls many all nighters with her youngest, yet still offers to take my two toddlers off my hands so I can get a break. If she could have a regular job, she'd do that plus all of this. She has energy I only dream of. She also has laundry half-folded in her living room. Her kitchen is often an array of dirty dishes from her children and her crazy need to cook from scratch every dinner. Her bed is sometimes made. Yet she isn't frazzled by this at all. She takes it in stride and keeps moving, enjoying her kids and giving them her all.
I used to frown on her homely duties because I was so perfect you see with my clean home and perfectly folded and put away laundry. Now, I am calling her asking her how on earth she does it all and has not admitted herself yet. I also think to myself when I look at the pile of laundry sitting in my living room, the dishes piled on the counter, and toys strewn on the floor, "I've turned into my sister". I guess a little of her has rubbed off on me these last few years. (Wish it was the energy and not the messy parts)
A couple of nuts off the family tree.
~Author Unknown ~*~*~
Oh yeah. Don't mess with my sister, cause you'll have me to deal with. You don't want to deal with me. Ask her. She'll tell you.