Monday, September 14, 2009

Sisters?

I've never wanted a sister in life. I was so content being the only girl in five generations. I had a brother and that was ok. Well it had to be ok, because I had no say in it anyway. He had to be conceived first for me to come about so I couldn't exactly complain. But there was no way on earth my parents were reproducing again, and as a child, a very weird kind of child, I would pray to God so he wouldn't send my parents other children. I didn't know the facts of life at 5 years old. I actually wasn't quite so sure at 15. I thought people got married, then prayed to God for kids. But in that weird 5 year old +7months of a brain I thought that maybe some people didn't pray hard enough to God and that was the reason he didn't send them any angels from above. Or monsters from below. How very naive. But I was 5 so I can let myself off the hook. I was just an innocent child, nothing wrong with that. But every time someone in my class announced their mother was about to pop again, I'd be filled with dread. I think I prayed more than hard enough. God listened to that innocent child, and sent no more. And let's say I could have coped with another brother, but I would not have coped with another sister. I was the only daughter, only niece, only granddaughter, and that's the way it was going to stay. Period. And the reflection of that is that throughout my adult life I haven't really had close female friends. Acquaintances yes, but not friends, the one who you can talk all about your nitty gritty too. And suddenly life throws me, not a friend, but a sister, on the hottest summer night of the year. Dear Lord or life, I suddenly get a sister at 36. And although I lack the experience of sisterhood, this comes as the most natural thing in the world. And in less time than you can say Amen it's more solid than the freeze in my freezer. How? I cannot talk about that, because I don't know. It's something like Freddie Mercury's ' And it's finally happened, happened, happened'. And I'm not complaining. It's so good to know that you have another other half out there. Sometimes life knows exactly what to do.