Friday, March 12, 2010
Most of you probably don't know that I have a sister that's quite a bit younger than me. My mom gave birth to her a few months before I graduated from high school.
In spite of the 18 year age difference between us, we've always been very close. I can even provide proof. I have a birthday card she gave to me when she was about 6 or 7 and it's addressed to "my best friend."
I worked very hard to earn that status. I changed lots of diapers. I did girly things I'd never done before like try to braid her hair even though we were both crying by the time I finished trying.
I was her biggest confidant. I never even told anyone about that day we were riding in the car and she started crying and pointing at her nose and how, after I pulled the car over, I used my fingers to dig 3 wads of foam from her carseat out of her nostrils. I'm very good at keeping secrets.
I learned so much about babies and small children from the time I spent with her that I felt fairly well equipped for Caelan when I brought him home. And a few weekends ago, I felt the pride I'm certain a parent feels when one of their children takes that first step on the path of adult independence, when you know they've made a life choice that leaves you feeling secure that they can make it on their own.