
It is weird because unlike a lot of other people I know, my sister and I are not terribly close, nor do we have ANYTHING in common, besides our mom and dad. Sometimes I am baffled that we were even raised in the same household. Sometimes I wonder if it isn't because I lived on the East coast for 18 years and she stayed here in MN the whole time. But the reality of it is, we were never very much alike. Ever. She has always been a total tom-boy running around with all of the boys in the neighborhood playing football, wondering why my mom would make her put her shirt back on if all the other boys had theirs off, while I was off playing with my Ginny dolls with the girls in the backyard in my playhouse. As we got older, while I never had a problem trying new things when it came to my food palate, she stuck to her hot dogs and cheeseburgers. I prefer skirts and dresses and like to match and have a room that is immaculate, she preferred overalls, tie-dye and birkenstocks and walking through her room was like coming through a mine field. She married her college sweetheart right out of college, settled down and had children while I focused on my career, reluctantly got married due to my living situation and not wanting to disappoint my parents, and then divorced, while still focusing on my career.
So, we have had our rifts over the years, and she was one of the main reasons I moved back to Minnie, but, I don't really think that she has ever realized the sacrifice or appreciated it. I really wanted to be a part of my niece and nephews lives, I am their only Aunt (they do have one other aunt and uncle and two girl cousins on my brother in laws side) so I really wanted to be part of their lives. I didn't want to be that aunt who just passes through town, and knowing that kids were never going to be a part of my own personal life, it meant a lot to me to be more involved with them. She doesn't really keep me in the loop on stuff, just assumes that I am busy, so I will get upset with her about things like that (I say, just let me know, if I can make it I will, if I can't I can't, but at least give me the option so that I know that there is something going on), she gets upset with me because she thinks that I just don't have enough time for them, so it is a miscommunication basically most of the time, but oh well.
I guess I always look at the sister relationships of other friends of mine, and I always wish for that bond that I just don't think will ever be there. I know that part of it is due in fact that I don't have children and she does, so in some ways, we just look at things differently. I also think it is just one of those situations where you don't get to choose your family, but you do your friends.
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