When I saw Mama Kat’s list of prompts in my inbox this week, I was immediately drawn to this one:
“Ask a sibling or close friend to guest post on your blog for a day. Have them share a story about you that we might not have heard before.”
I’ve never hosted a guest blogger, mostly because I blog by the seat of my pants and am terrible at planning and scheduling. But I knew I had to ask a special person to share a few childhood stories with you.
That person is my little sister. She’s three years younger than me, and I was not thrilled when she arrived on this earth. She wasn’t particularly taken with me either, and we spent the 14 or so years we lived under the same roof alternating between brutal battles and shaky truces.
We were just so different.
As adults, we’ve come to accept and even embrace our differences. I know that I can trust her and rely on her to do things I cannot. I appreciate the effort she puts into our relationship, like when she drove overnight 736 miles with an infant of her own, just to meet my son, who, in a hilarious twist of fate, looks just like her.
My sister is smart, witty and she tells it like it is. Cindi, thanks for taking time out of your hectic evening to tattle on me to the Internet. I’m glad we have each other.
Growing up with a sister you’re going to have the usual fights. But when you grow up with my sister, it’s not a “usual” fight.
Looking back now I can laugh, because she was creative when she decided to get back at me. A few stick out as my favorites.
There’s the time when I was in first grade and woke up from a nap to discover she had tied me to the bed with a jump rope. She wouldn’t untie me until my mom was driving up at home.
Then there’s the time she got mad at me for messing with her stuff and rearranged my whole room while I was over at a friend’s house.
But the best one and the one we both laugh about was when she wrote “BOO” on the bathroom mirror in hairspray so when I got out of the shower the fog made the word appear. I remember screaming and running out of the bathroom. Boy, was I mad.
My sister is not someone you want to cross. But later in life she has gone to bat for me several times. She’s always helped with my kids and been the most awesome aunt ever! She’s always there to let me “vent” when I’m mad. And she has become quite good at calming me down when I’m on a tear. So I have to say she has more than made up for being mean to me as a kid.
As an added bonus, here’s a letter my sister wrote to me when we were teenagers. My mom kept it in my baby book, and I’m so glad she did.