The beauty and curse of being the oldest child is that inevitably you have a period of time that you are an only child. You came first and thus there is no sibling for a space of time. My space of time was 2 years and 11 months. I have no memory of that time of my life. I don't remember when my parents brought Stace home from the hospital. My entire life has Stace in it. All of my memories and most of my pictures include my little sister. The beauty and curse of being a second child is that I have always been in her life. She has never not had an older sister. Is that good or bad? Well....that's a different question.
Like most siblings Stace and myself have had our ups and downs. I can't wax eloquent about all of the love and closeness we have constantly shared for the last 27 years, but I will say that there has definitely been more good than bad. She has always been on my side. It's been quite a responsibility to live up to the standard that Stace has placed for me in her mind. I think that if I hadn't had the knowledge of her expectation and devotion to me I would not be who I am now. She is smart, fun, sarcastic, intuitive, and my best friend. It sounds cliche to say my sister is my best friend but I guess it's a cliche for a reason. I love her and am proud of who she is becoming.
She's had a very stressful couple of weeks. There is some concern about the baby girl she is expecting this summer because Stace has started having some complications. Thankfully nothing that seems immediately threatening but it adds stress. She's handled it all with courage and as much strength as she can gather. Her mother-in-law took her son back home with her for a week or so and Stace is without her little boy on her birthday. She's learning about having to focus on one child while the other is still loved. That's a hard lesson to learn as a mom.
Happy Birthday Stace!! I love you! You're doing a great job, go eat at Taco Bus. And probably get a snow cone too.
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