Friday, March 4, 2011

day number nine

(A picture of the person who has gotten you through the most)


Older sisters. 

They have the biggest jobs.

Along with traversing their own great big world, they are also busy emblazoning a path for their younger sisters to come through.  Like hiking through a forest, big sisters remove some of those thorny bushes that are sure to cause some pain, and the pitfalls, heartache.  They set up signs to let you know it's okay to keep going.  And if you need it, they put lots and lots of signs, to remind you to keep going...that there is no other option. 

My biggest sister, Melanie, has had the most influential impact on my life during my darkest of days, and my most awkward of transition phrases. 
There are so many things I remember.

--I remember Melanie keeping track of my barettes and bows, because my mom got so mad when I lost them, which was always.
--I remember in highschool, when hanging out with your three years younger than you sister was NOT the coolest thing to do, she still did it.  And she made me feel cool.  And accepted. 
--When she went to college, she didn't forget about me. 
--I remember when I got accepted to Taylor, and I was preparing to walk on the varsity basketball team through crazy rigorous preseason training...and I was SO scared...and she said something to me I've never forgotten, that I've used in more than one situation..."Corinne, anyone can do anything for 30 days."  And she was right.  I could do it. 
--She made me an aunt.  And we weren't really expecting that one.  I was the one who said I wanted to have all the kids.  But there he was, that smiley dark haired boy that stole my heart the moment I saw him.  I watched her love him only the way a mother could. 
--She taught me about grief, and how precious life is.  And she also taught me about hope when her magic miracle came and touched all of our lives.
--She stood with me through some infertility issues, and never one time made me feel awkward or less than good enough because I wasn't pregnant yet.
--When I found out I was pregnant with Katie, she was the first one I went to (literally) but also was the one who called to check on me MORE THAN MOM (that is an amazing feat) and what my blood pressure numbers were that day, and if I was laying on my left side...and if I was keeping anything down....
--She was the only one (besides my husband) that I wanted to be in the delivery room.  When the idea of a "delivery room" quickly became nonexistent, I know that she would have been by my side every second of that horrible ordeal, were she not having her own surgery twenty miles away.  I'm still kind of bitter at karma about this.  Really?  That day?  You couldn't give me to her on that day??  But she came the vey first day that she could, hunched over in pain, and concerned with only one thing: was I alive, and was Katie alive.  And she fell in love with Katie the moment she saw her.  I daresay their connection is magical.

--And my Katie-bug, she is so much more like her Auntie Momo than she knows...oh dear :)  I'm so glad that my daughter has two aunts that love her so completely.  What a lucky girl.
--I have mentioned the "HOPE" necklace she gave me in a previous entry.  Read again if you wish, I do.
--Those were the darkest days I can remember, and when I thought there was no more hope, no more light, she was always there.  Encouraging me to be strong.  Telling me that she couldn't do it without me.  She gave me purpose, strength, confidence, and helped me transition into becoming a single mom.  And she was with me every step of the way.





If I've never said so, thank you.  In a million ways. 

2 comments:

Brittany said...

This makes me cry. Happy tears.
I get TWO older sisters. How lucky am I?
<3

Unknown said...

I am so thankful for you, and for Britty and I am so thankful that you think I did more good than bad because I'm pretty sure I did some bad, too. ;)