Monday, March 22, 2010
Happy Birthday Sis
Sister After Me is having a birthday today. She is now officially 50 years old.
And a mother of a five-year-old.
She is also the mother of a 31 year-old daughter and a 29 year-old son.
And a grandmother of four, ages 14, 4, 2, and six months.
My memories of her go all the way back to the crib we shared, when exchanging or stealing her bottle was a favorite past time of mine. When she was little, whenever she got mad, her hands became tightly clenched fists, her arms stiff by her sides. She loved mischief. She loved fun. She was always up for the challenge.
Boys adored her from the moment they saw her, five "boyfriends" in kindergarten was just the start.
Since she was a small child, she was always saving animals in distress. That crazy woman chasing a dog around on the freeway trying to grab it before it got hit by a car, that was probably her.
Although I was older, by one year, she was always the one I looked to for comfort, for confidence, for allegiance, and more often than not getting it. I sometimes wished that she needed me as much as I needed her.
She is a person that believes that you get out of life what you put into it. Karma is big on her list. She is very health conscious, always reading and learning how to be healthier in body, mind, and the spirit. She wants everyone around her to feel fulfilled, to feel balanced, to take things in stride, to be happy. And if you can't be happy, to find solace. She makes the effort to plant that seed.
At her younger daughter's preschool graduation, she turned to me and said, "I am so thankful because I am here. I get to do a re-do. I wasn't able to appreciate as fully as I do now my role as a mom. Being a single mom, I always felt sorry that I wasn't there as often for my older two. I was too young. My work took me away. But this time I get a re-do. I can give my youngest the home, the attention, a family that has a mom and dad, some stability in her life. I get another chance, a re-do. I'm very blessed."
Her life has been filled with many highs and lows. And I'm not sure she will ever know the stability that she strives for in her life. I know she is a "master juggler." No matter how often life gives her another ball to juggle, she will be able to do it.
As a 50th birthday present, she is giving herself this year. This year is for her, for her health, for her happiness, for her indomitable spirit. My wish is to help her celebrate this Year of Me.
Happy Birthday, Evie. I love you.