In fact, I love to say, “Your sister,” so much I say it just to hear how it sounds.
After years of praying and hoping for a sibling for you, it still feels unbelievable that you now really do have a sister – that you aren’t “alone” anymore.
I am not sure there are many kids out there who have wanted a sibling more than you wanted one.
Since you were two, you have been obsessed with wanting a brother. For almost a year, you even had an imaginary dead big brother name Kieric whom you talked about every day. (It made for very awkward moments when you told strangers about your big brother who was hit by a car. Yes, your imagination was already out of control at two years old!)
When I miscarried when you were three, your heart smashed into even more pieces than mine. Losing my baby – your baby – was the hardest time in my life.
And as the months kept disappearing with no new baby news, you would plead with me, “Why won’t God give us another baby? Why? You had one before… I remember…” And you would pray your little boy prayers and I would cry inside with my mommy tears.
But now, while I know you still long for a brother, (and I am so sorry I haven’t given one to you as well,) you ADORE your sister.
Shortly after she arrived you said to me, “Now, I am not alone anymore…”
Today, she is a toddler, a little version of you – full of spunk and fire and furiously funny. You two are almost six years apart in age – but it works beautifully. You both live for each other.
So when I scold you, “Be quiet – you are going to wake up your sister!” Or reprimand you, “Be gentle with your sister,” my heart still races like a teenager in love.
You really do have a sister! You finally have a sibling of your own.
I don’t even mind that you have woken her up or made her scream cause you dropped her on her head, (you didn’t drop her very hard – you are quite careful with your baby!)
I actually have TWO of you precious monkeys – and, even better, you two have each other!!!