Navigating through life away from the library.
Navigating through life away from the library.

Family Ties

I’m the middle child (can’t you tell by constant demands for attention?). My younger sister by two years is to my left in the picture and my older sister by 45 minutes is to my right. Growing up, we weren’t the best of friends. In fact, I think it’d be safe to say that we drove each other insane. Usually, it was me devising some way to terrorize the other two (more demands for attention?) and, let me tell you, those were some golden moments. But when Shontel joined in the fun, omg, absolutely priceless the things we used to do to my little sister.

One year, my sister and I decided to tell Jacquie that she was adopted. I think we had to have been about 10 years old, so she was about 8. We told her not to bother with asking our mother because she didn’t want her to know the truth. Yes, we were really that mean. For almost two weeks my poor little sister was wandering around the house all sad and mopey while Shontel and I snickered behind our hands. Finally when she could take it no longer she begged my mother to tell her the truth. My butt is still tingling

A couple of days ago Jacquie informed me that she is being deployed. My heart fell to the bottom of my stomach. The big sister in me went into overdrive and I asked her if there’s anything I could. She simply replied “No.” Seriously, what can I do? We had a brief conversation and said our good byes. As I sat on the sofa, it all came back to me ~ all of the horrible things that I had done to this poor child as we were growing up. Despite everything, the one thing that bothered me most was that I’d never told my sister how proud I am of her. So I will say it here….

Jacquie, you are the best sister a group of gypsies ever left on a door step and I’m very proud of you. I love you.

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