11.07.2010

28 months ...

I have an older sister.

On occasion, I call her Tiffy-wiffy-poo-poo-pants.

I think she likes it, although never verbally confirmed by her managerial team.

We are two years apart {28 months to be exact}.


She is the only in-room roommate I have ever had {although, it only lasted until I was like six}.

When we were little we did everything together {we lived in the boonies, it's not like we could go outside and play with other kids ... we had our choice to befriend lots of cows, a donkey across the street, or some goats here and there}, or each other. We chose each other.

Anything Tiffy-wiffy-poo-poo-pants {TWPPP} learned in school, she would come home and teach me. Before ever enterining first-grade I knew how to write in cursive and I knew my times tables. She even taught me alternative ways to spell my name {which I am sure my first-grade teacher loved ... Mindy, Mindi, Mindee, Mindie [I used all of them regularly]}.

When TWPPP took swimming lessons, I unfortunately had Chickenpox and missed out. However, when she chose to jump off the diving board at Riverdale, it never occurred to me that I shouldn't try {because everything she could do, I could do too}.

As I jumped off the edge and began to drown {literally}, it was not the lifeguard who jumped in to save me. It was TWPPP.

As we grew older we built tree houses together, shared our friends ... and even ran together in high school {her being the senior and the top runner on the team and me being the freshman and the second fastest}.

My long-winded point is this: we did everything together.

Everything.

Which isn't surprising for sisters separated by 28 months.

But today ... I realized that those days ended a long time ago.

Today is the first time I realized that I am never going to quickly follow her footsteps in anything ever again. And I haven't for the last 13 years.

She met one of the most amazing men on the planet at a young age. She for-went going to college to support him through his schooling and then to raise her children.

And as most of you know, my life has turned out completely different than that ... I went to college and graduated {yes, making up your own degree still counts}. I have taught seminary, done the EFY thing, traveled, and am for all intents and purposes a career woman {by necessity, not choice}. No husband. No children. I work 40 hours a week, every week and even use behavioral lingo from work outside of work {which I wish I didn't}. :)

When she was was my age, she had been married for 11 years. She had a nine-year-old son and a seven-year-old son.

We will not be raising our children together. We will not have play dates at the park with our kids. We will never be calling each other in empathy knowing what is like when this happens or that happens.

For the first half of my life thus far, I was her shadow. I followed in every footstep she took. For the second half, I couldn't be further away.

It's interesting, isn't it? How two paths that were so completely intertwined with each other could diverge so far apart just by life and what it brings to us?

Naturally, this isn't to say we aren't close to each other. I see her just about every day, and coincidentally enough, she feeds me treats just about every day {she is the best treat maker. Ever. The end} ... I suppose I just have never thought of how I was always one step behind her for so long and now ... I am one kjillion.

At least she makes me treats, right? :) And she is making fridge magnets for me for my Relief Society girls ... So, all is good, I 'spose. :)

7 comments:

Kat said...

oh you make me miss my sister so much! We are 21 months apart and were inseparable growing up. Now I'm married and she's on her mission. We are best friends and seeing those pictures of your sister and you almost made me cry. The bonds of sisterhood are indescribable!

Trisha said...

My little sister and I were like that. A lot like you two. I married early and she was a little later, now things seem closer together but it's been an interesting 9 years since I first married. But sisters are sisters and best friends no matter what. You two are so cute, I love it.

Toni said...

Life is funny huh?! And sisters are great :)

Avree said...

First off, happy birthday!
Secondly, nice post. I think if I ever get a baby girl I will have to keep having kids until I get another one because I wouldn't want any girl to miss out on having a sister, they're the best!

Shan said...

Thanks for reminding me that I love my sister. :)

Meg said...

Happy belated birthday! Such a sweet post about your sister. What is the most awesome thing, I think, is that even though you have each gone your separate ways, you can still be close.

Kristin said...

Sad! Sisters are the BEST! I can so relate to this post. My younger sister Karin fit so many of these descriptions of TWPPP (which nickname made me LOL).

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