Being the eldest of three sisters, you may think I am an expert on knowing all there is to know about them, and even have the knowledge of keeping up with one another since we are now grown women with family's, however that is not the case. I have written to the best of my ability what it is like to have sisters in my life.
I was the first child. The second child's birth is still very clear to me, as I was nearly 3 years old and have never forgotten the day she was born. My aunt was with me as my mother went to the hospital. I understood she was gong to bring a baby home, but I also knew that hospitals were scary places, so I worried about my mother. I hoped she would be alright. Thankfully, my aunt senses my fears and was able to change my mind to looking out the window at this huge Pine tree that was blowing in the wind. It was November 12, 1954 and the tree kept my attention obviously for a very long time because the next thing I remember is my mother, my daddy, and myself going to stay at my grandparent's house. The baby was so tiny, and I was amazed by her. I could hardly wait to get my hands on her. I remember waiting until my mother left the room. The new baby, my sister, Luann was wrapped in blankets lying on the bed. I was experienced with dolls and knew I could pick her up in my arms. I'll never forget the strange look of surprise and worry when my mother entered the room. She talked to me very softly into giving the baby to her. I did so with regret. After that I was told that my parent's would put me on the phone and I would tell everyone that I had a new sister and her name was 'Lubecca Ann'. Her name was actually Rebecca Luann, but I couldn't say it correctly at the time.
The third sister was born when I was nine years old, and I remember my mother's water broke and I heard her say she had to tell my dad that it was time to go to the hospital. Well, my dad was outside talking to a friend in the drive, and he didn't get in any hurry to take her. I was terrified that she would not make it to the hospital and would have the baby at home. She did make it though, and my little sister was about 3 weeks early, and we had to take special care of her. I remember she had no hair, and no eyelashes, and she was so tiny. As she got older, I remember putting her baby bed in my room thinking she could be my baby. Of course, that didn't last long. My parents named her, Mary Beth.
The fourth and last sister was born when I was 14 years old and on Christmas Day! What a surprise as Santa didn't come that morning. I was old enough to know who Santa really was, and somehow I managed to climb up into our attic and get the presents down. I just told my little sister who still believed in Santa that he had left the gifts up there! This new little sister was named. Krista Renee.
With each sister, I have a different relationship. My sister, Luann and I, were together for many years by ourselves and so much had changed by the time the younger sisters came along. It really was as if they had a different set of parents. I always have said that I got the strictest treatment because I was the one that made it easer for the other three who were born later. By that time, we have moved to a bigger home and I had changed schools. My parent's were making more money and the younger sisters got to do some of the things that I had only dreamed of doing. I saw that my parent's didn't have the same rules with them they had when I was growing up.
Each sister will always have a special place in my heart, no matter how many miles we may be apart, or not see each other for a long time.
The following is a thoughtful writing that I want to share with you. I simply call it:
The history of you, and you, and you, and me,
Sister's sharing , knowing a life, a world of family,
The good, the bad, the loving times, the secrets of
being surrounds by the walls of a house.
Guided, controlled by a man and his wife.
Supported by fear, loyalty, with the hot summer months supporting a bright sun,
and the winter months sporting chilly nights, and liviing as all family's do,
of unspoken rules and beliefs.
Sisters survive by depths of understanding, of knowing, of caring.
Sometimes accepting, sometimes rejecting the
only life they knew.
The family life that only a sister can remember.
Nothing can ever separate you, and you, and you, and me.
Because we were, and will always be without denial,
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