I have been thinking for some time about you my grown up little sister. And have been thinking about our relationship.
The conclusion I came to after much thought was that we don't really have much of a sisterly relationship. It's not any one's fault, but it is a fact. Neither one of us grew up the same way, with the same folks, at the same time or place. Almost 10 years separate us. That is a very long time.
So I would like to put forth an effort with this goal in mind - I would like you to get to know me and perhaps along the way I will get to know you.
I thought about a letter, but it seemed kind of lame (not to mention long) and besides - what would I say in a letter that we haven't said to each other in the past? A phone call? No, not enough time, and never the right time. So what then????
And then I had an Oprah AHA moment.
A blog!!!
I don't really know how to begin, but I'm gonna give it my best.
So here is my first memory of you:
Mom, Dad, Sam, Maitai and I were living in Ft. Rucker. The housing was not so grand. A two bedroom two bath apartment with a den, a combo livingroom/dining room and an eat in kitchen. I think it was attached to another apartment just like it.
I had a friend over to spend the night and at one point Mom said that they wanted to talk with me. I walked the few steps from my bedroom to the den and it was there that Mom and Dad told me that Mom was pregnant. I was excited, this was something I didn't expect. For some reason I just assumed you would be a girl, that I would have a sister.
They told me not to tell anyone and, naturally I immediately told my friend (not sure who it was). Mom and Dad heard me tell her and called me out on it. I think they were afraid that Mom would miscarry as she had so many times before I was born. In retrospect I think she seemed happier than she had been in quite a while.
So that was my first memory of you.
Friday, February 6, 2009
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