Hey Sis!
My mom is going to lose her mind when she reads this post. It’s all about my sister, Diana. Ever since I can remember, my mom has been telling us how important it is to get along with each other. My mom is an only child, and her dream has always been that Diana and I would be best friends and live happily ever after. Oh, and if we all lived on the same street, that would be icing on the cake. My sister and I have a great relationship now, but it’s taken us kind of a long time to get there. I’ll fill you in…
My sister is two and a half years older than me. She has brown hair and striking blue eyes. I am the baby- the annoying little sister, and I totally embodied that when we were growing up. I know I was such a pain. Jane the pain- see it flows so easily off the tongue. I have blonde hair and (I am seriously checking my driver’s license right now) it says green eyes- I don’t even know. Anyway, we are quite different. And for the longest time, all I could focus on were our differences. Throw in the fact that I am stubborn and don’t like to be told what to do, it was not a recipe for a successful sibling relationship.
Don’t get me wrong, we have a lot of great memories from our childhood. Like all the times we rode our bikes to the store for candy because our mom wouldn’t let us have it. Or when we went skiing and I almost went over the side of the mountain- good times. But we have had some low moments too. Don’t even get me started about the time she came home with the exact same haircut. Or when she would take the car when she got home from college, just because she was the older sister. Ugh! I know these are normal annoyances that siblings deal with, but I had a hard time letting them go. I stored up my anger like a chipmunk gathering acorns for winter. When we got in a fight, I was ready with my ammunition. It all came to a head when she was in Hong Kong. Yes, it took her going 8000 miles away for us to have a breakthrough. I kept saying how different we were, and how we could never get along because of it. She was like, “Jane, don’t you have friends that are different from you?” And that’s when I realized my sister was brilliant.
Ever since that day, we have been building not just a relationship, but a friendship. It’s not forced or fake or manufactured. It’s real, and I would be lost without it. Now instead of holding on to the negative, I am able to see all the positive. Diana is beautiful, funny and the nicest person you will ever meet. She loves my family and I love hers. I know I can count on her to be there for me anytime, anywhere, in any situation and I would do the same for her. Diana and I will certainly agree on one thing today, even though we will hate to admit it- Mom was right again.
