“You can choose your friends, but you can’t choose your family.”
That may be so, but actually if I could choose, I would always choose my family, over and over and over again. They rock!
I wish I could remember it more clearly, but I wasn’t even three years old. I sat atop the hospital bed and sipped my cup of lemon barley water, grinning like a fool. I felt a bit sorry for my doll Susie as now I had a ‘real’ doll to play with and poor Susie would be left at the bottom of the toy box, forever more. Pretty soon, my new doll and I were up to all sorts of mischief. Being a big sister came with a lot of responsibility. I had a new little imagination to nurture and a new fellow explorer for my adventure games. It all happened so naturally. A best friend without any of the awkward playground first meetings. We were the same, but also totally different. Sharing a room for the first seven years of our life together, meant the fun never stopped. We lived our lives according to the schedule of cartoons and the imaginary game of the week. Mostly it was all sweet laughter and real smiles, but there was of course the occasional fall-out.
Flash forward twenty years and we are still the same. One moment we are lying side by side taking silly photos, the next we are full-on karate kid style fighting in a field near our village. Unlike fall-outs with friends though, the bad feelings don’t linger. Give us ten minutes of tears and space, and one of us will eventually sidle up to the other, slip a hand through their arm, whisper “i love you bitch” and silently laugh with a sneaky side glance. That’s sisters for you and I think I did pretty well in the sister race at winning such a sweet one, even if she can be a little shit sometimes. (Jokes. I love you really). Rather than argue over our differences, we celebrate them. And really we’re not as different as we both think we are. We are both sensitive and compassionate beings and we are always thinking of others. Even though we don’t see each other as much as we’d like, we know the other is always there, just a phone call away.
One day soon we’ll live closer again and in between mastering our karate chops and driving our parents bat-shit crazy with our antics, I’m pretty sure we’re going to make plenty more hilarious memories. Just like how parents make good memories. Whatever happens in the relationship, they stick together for marriage counseling los angeles is just a call away when there’s a need for help. Maybe that’s the key? Absence really does make the heart grow fonder. At least when we do see each other, time is precious and we cherish it more than if we saw each other every single day. Although to be honest, we saw each other every day for about eighteen years and it was awesome, so maybe living closer isn’t such a bad idea. That way I could steal her clothes more often…
Today I celebrate my amazing sister. She is one brave, fierce girl with the biggest heart of anyone I know and I can’t think of anyone I’d rather have been born best friends with. Thanks for always bringing me back down to earth when I float too high and get lost in the clouds, for being my personal taxi driver when I’m home, for looking after my eyebrows and for letting me use all your stuff when I visit (oh no…wait…you don’t know about that part…haha!). I love you baby sis! Happy Birthday! Presents and playing with your hair to follow when I next see you, but in the meantime I hope this will suffice!
p.s. If I have the best sister in the world, that means you do too sis! Aye, nae shit Shezza!