Do any of you out there have siblings? If you don’t, let me tell you that it is a love/hate relationship, especially, the relationship between two sisters. As an older sister I’m told that I loved the new baby when she first came and helping my mom take care of her. Yet as we grew older and I wanted to be independent, having a younger sibling always wanting to tag a long was the last thing I wanted on earth. I would ask my parents, “Why did you give me a baby sister?” and their answer was always, “So that you would have a friend.”
My sister was born on a Friday. Do you remember that old rhyme, Monday’s Child? According to the rhyme, “Friday’s child is loving and giving.” My sister has always loved people. She embarrassed me by walking up to other people’s tables when we were out at restaurants and asking them about their food and what not. My sister was the kid in kindergarten who had to hug everybody before they left for the day. She has such compassion for other people, a compassion that I could never have, nor understand myself. Family, friend or stranger, she would actually give you the shirt off of her back if she thought it would help you out. It is the best thing about her.
My sister and I have been through many things together, but that’s the greatest thing about everything we’ve been through. The greatest thing is that we’ve been through it together. In a world of brokenness, we are still together and still love and care about each other. We're still friends. Now that I am 33 and she is, as of today, 30, I have come to love her more than I ever thought possible when I was only eight years old and into my “tween” years. Thank you, Sister, for being the perfect complement to me, and thank you Mom and Dad for giving me the best friend I ever had and ever will have.