In hind sight it was a silly little fight. But to me, in that moment, it solidified that my sister would always be there for me. She was on the top bunk, I was on the bottom. There are reasons. But that is a another story for another time. It involves pulling and falling and shoulders being dislocated; it’s not pretty. Besides this is a heart warming story about a sister …
She reached her hand down as I reached mine up, looking for a reassuring hand to hold. We could hear our parents fighting in the next room and we were sure they were getting divorced. The pit in our stomachs told us so. But she was there with me, and it helped me get through the night. They didn’t get divorced, but I eventually would and it was her hand that once again was there to reassure me and help me get through the night. And too many other nights to count.
Recently she helped me celebrate my 50th…with feety pajamas. And Spree, and Cheeze Doodles, and fire balls,and RC Cola, and jacks, and cats cradle string, and Jiffy Pop Popcorn, and did I mention feety pajamas.? All the sweet memories of our childhood. We shared a room our entire childhood. It created memories and a bond that I will forever be grateful for.
I was reminded again last week how amazing my sister is. She came to be with me while my youngest was in the hospital. Most days as a single mom are manageable, but in times of crisis you are reminded that you really are alone in this life. It’s all on your shoulders. No one else can share the responsibility, fear, and worry for your child. But my sister, once again, extended her hand to me. And though she couldn’t fix it, she gave me moments of peace and help. ( and wine) She walked with me. ( And when we decided to run, she laughed at me when I fell and busted my knee.) She did my laundry, and cooked, and cleaned my bathrooms. She helped me do horrible jobs at work, and she helped Carter start the garden. But mostly, she was there to hold my hand through a very scary and very sad time with my son.
During this difficult and overwhelming time I am trying to focus on things that I can be thankful for. My sister is on the top of my list. And, I am thankful for the feety pajamas that we had as kids. It is a memory that reminds me that no matter what, there is always someone I can count on who will be there for me to offer me a hand… or a Cheeze Doodle.
Who’s the someone holding your hand? Be grateful and tell them….and be that someone for someone!