If you are lucky enough to have a sister, I know you totally get it. If not, I’ll do my best to explain, and probably fail miserably.
You probably won’t realize just how much you talk to her on the phone until she goes off and gets married and goes on a honeymoon where you can’t talk to her for seven days. It’s torture. Then, she goes and has a baby and her midwife puts her on phone “punishment” and you have no idea what is going on!
It’s like that.
So, when people ask if I’m happy that I have three girls, and they are getting another sister? Yeah, I think it’s pretty freakin’ awesome.
Because they do things like invite their baby sister into their play room, teach her how to sort crayons, markers and colored pencils and let her color with them.
Because when I pick up N and E from school, E grunts and squeals and gestures to N with her little hand circling (that’s all I can see in my rear-view mirror) until N grabs onto her hand and holds it. The whole way home. And N better not dare try to let go of it.
Because E wants to be just like her biggest sister and wear her goggles. And, her biggest sister wants nothing more than to make sure she’s okay and safe (don’t worry, she’s not relied on a childcare in the pool.)
Because they will read to you when mommy is trying to cook dinner and you need a “boo” read to you oh.my.gosh.right.this.second.or.the.book.will.combust.in.my.hand.
Because they will give you a boost into the recliner when you can’t quite get up on it by yourself. And then cheer for you when you are up there.
Because they will share their way too small bike with you and even try to double up with you on it because, why not?
So, yeah. Sisters are pretty much the awesomest thing ever!
(Yes, I’m talking to you, too!)