Friday, February 3, 2012

NaBloPoMo #3 ~ My Sister

NaBloPoMo February 2012

Today's prompt is:  'Do you have any siblings? What are they like?'

I have an older sister, Lisa.

I spent most of my childhood being compared and/or comparing myself to her. 

I stopped taking piano lessons because I felt I'd never be as good as her.  I didn't make drum major my senior year like she did and I took it harder because of that fact than just not being voted into the position.  My nickname was "little Lisa" for a really long time.

We got along about like most sisters get along.  We fought about silly things.  Did things that got on each other's nerves.

I remember standing outside her bedroom door trying to muster up the courage to ask to borrow a sweater or shirt to wear to school and most of the time was told 'no' but I would ask pretty much every day anyway.

Then she graduated from high school and we didn't see each other all day everyday.  She worked full time and I was still in high school.  I missed her.  As much as I was glad not to be around her all the time, I missed her. ;)

Then a couple of years later, she got married.  Granted, they didn't live very far from us, but I missed her even more.

When she had her first son, I pretty much quit my summer job three weeks early so I could be there with her if she needed me.  When she had her second son, I left campus right as the doors were being lock for the night so I could help take care of son #1 while she was in the hospital.

We are the same in lots of ways.  We've been mistaken for twins even though I'm two inches taller and we won't even speculate on how many pounds heavier.

We are different in lots of ways.  She took a few classes at a community college and I have my BS in education.  She lives down the street from my mother and I live four thousand miles away.  She is way more like my mother and I'm way more like my daddy.  She has two boys and I have two girls.

Now that I'm four thousand miles away, I miss her even more.  Life is busy and we don't talk as much as we should, but I know she's always there at the other end of the phone if ever I need her.

Two summers ago, she surprised me by coming up to visit.  It was the best surprise, ever.

This is a picture from that visit.  Bean was barely a month into her diagnosis...I shuddered a bit when I looked at it.  It's amazing the difference insulin can make!


  1. loved reading this post! I can completely relate to the distance thing as well as the younger sibling thing, except I have an older brother :o) Beautiful picture too!

  2. Awwww!!! I never had a sister growing up. Now I'm raising sisters and loving it, but must admit that I'm curious about what the future will hold for their relationships.

    Beautiful picture :)


Hey, Thanks for sharing!! Your comments make me :)!!
Had to turn on comment moderation due to silly spammers....