My sister, Abbey, is 20 today. I was notoriously displeased with her birth in ’93. She was really crampin’ my style, in my mind. Mom, Dad & I had a great thing going & here comes this wrinkly, pink, almond-eyed alien who screams a lot & diverts attention from what we should really be focusing on (me.)
Lately, I’ve had lots of reasons to look back on how our relationship has changed. My niece, Hialeah, got a baby sister in September. She loves her, always keeps and eye on her, & even loudly proclaimed “I’m glad we have Ava!” in church one morning. But still, you should see Hialeah’s face fall when someone suggests Ava play with Hialeah’s toys or hang out with her (as in, Hialeah’s ONLY) Poppy. My other good friends are dealing with two fighting little girls & it appears there is no end in sight (so, roughly, 15 years left till they can take that fighting elsewhere.)
I wish I could say it would get better, but it won’t any time soon. If they’re like Abbey & me, they’ll sleep in the same bed till they’re 14 & 12 (and construct a dividing wall of pillows to avoid seeing/touching one another.) They’ll engage in full-blown fist fights while driving down the road. They’ll compete (viciously) in sports, date the same guys, go to the same proms & homecomings. People who like & get a long with one will most likely prefer the other jump off a cliff, because sisters like us are night & day.
But, take heart. One day the little one will turn 20, & the older one will be married & moved away. & slowly but surely, they’ll start calling each other more. Missing each other more. & loving each other more than they ever have before.
I love you, Abbey. Happy Birthday.