It hasn’t been an exceptionally long time since we’ve talked, has it? I have started to feel poorly the last few days about not having the privilege to talk to you on the phone or even text back and forth with you, and so I obsessively counted the days since your last incoming call on my phone log. Six days. Soon to be seven, because it is 11:30pm and I am almost certain you are asleep.
I can hear you now, saying that isn’t so long. I know you are busy with a real job, one like which I will never again hold. I know you have many house projects, most of a sort that I just can’t identify with. In addition, you have friends that demand your attention, bills that must be paid, cakes to be baked, and super-mom feats to accomplish. None of those are things that happen in my day-to-day life, and, getting down to brass tacks, most of them never will.
I’m pretty sure, if I asked you, that you would say it’s no big deal…all of these things that you do. I am the older sister, but you have been my hero for years. I look up to you, I admire you, sometimes, perhaps more often than I would like to mention, I envy you a little.
I know your life isn’t easy, that there is nothing simple about raising an almost-two-year-old while working full-time and flipping one house and remodeling another and maintaining a relationship with your husband, not even skimming the top of all the other amazing things that you do.
It is completely selfish of me to miss the days when you were easy to get ahold of and I could grab ahold of a little bit of your time and press you close to me and feel like we were breathing the same air — that we had managed to grow up together and not kill each other and still be on speaking terms, even hugging terms.
Some days it breaks my heart when I think of my nephew, and I think that I will never have a bond like you have with any child of my own. Some days it absolutely kills me. But when I see you two together, and neither of you are paying any attention to the world around you, the love I see in its purest form blinds me.
That little guy has the best mommy that any child could ask for. I know with the strongest conviction of my heart because his mommy has always been my sister. My sister has always shown the bravest love, the most understanding, the highest respect, and the most tempered patience to me. If she can shine that light a little further, which I know she can, and focus it on him (which I know she does and will and will always), he is going to be even more special than we could ever have imagined.
For right now, I will be a little selfish in my tears, and I’ll think of my sister and look forward to the next time we can have a little chat. In the meantime, I’ll miss her, because that is just how I operate. But mostly I think I will sit and smile and keep her in my thoughts, as she is human, like the rest of us, and could maybe use a little sisterly happy-thoughts headed her way.