Today is my sisters birthday. I remember when she was born. I was 5 years old. I can't say, I was happy to see her because I wasn't. After being the first-born-only-child for 5 years, I really did feel I was being replaced. I was just starting to go through my "ugly, awkward stage" and here's this cute little soft whipper snapper, bright-eyed and ready to take me on.
It also didn't help matters, when Grandma told me, I wasn't "the Baby any more". which crushed me and had me seek refuge under the dining room table. My mom had to coax me out telling me how much she loved me.
I also remember sleeping in the crib. My sister was using the bassinet. Weird, that I can actually remember sleeping in a crib.
Throughout the years, I kinda grew to love that little sister - although we had some knock-down-drag-out fights now and then. She was the girly girl and I wasn't. She was the neat one and I wasn't. Okay and in the spirit of the Smothers Brothers (oh boy does this date me) Mom always loved her best!
She's had a tough life - a victim of domestic violence - not once but twice, with 2 different husbands. Husband # 3 was her kindergarten first love - they found each other again through classmates. They married and on their 5th wedding anniversary, she woke up to find him dead, laying next to her in bed. Later that day, flowers arrived from him - that he had pre-arranged. We found out, he took a overdose of pain-killers. It was suicide. My poor little sister was devastated. All she ever wanted was to be loved.
So far she did find a new man. They are in Colorado and from what I can see, he is good to her. She is happy.
Bless her heart - I hope she has a awesome day.