Remembering …
I didn’t want you
I hated the idea of being a big sister
I knew it meant your well-being would be my life
I resisted caring for you
I didn’t want to love you
I was six going on 16
BUT then … you arrived: broken and truly helpless
You needed me
You loved me
You gave me life
I fell in love
I proudly became “mean mom” and occasionally got to be fun big sis
Seven years without …
Your rhymes
Those annoyed grunts at my silliness
I love you sis goodbyes
“watcha doing sis” daily texts randomly throughout my day
Seven years a big sister without a baby brother to care for, worry about, love and protect.
BUT, you’re with Jesus who loves you more than even I could.
