"Caring, sharing.Every little thing that we are wearing."

Today, according to my trusty on-line calendar is "National Sibling Day". Hallmark strikes again! Like I need a specific date to celebrate my one-and-only, much-older sister! I think about her every day.

There are many reasons to celebrate siblings. If you are the eldest child in a family circle, you might reasonably think that your parents were so pleased with you and your personality, that they decided to have more children, just like you. And, if you are the second, third or another number in your family group of siblings, likewise you might think that your parents were so disappointed in your older sibling that they had to attempt to get a better, more perfect child! 

Whatever your believe, siblings are pretty special. You and your sibling(s) have a shared history. Most siblings share remembrances of parents, grandparents, houses, pets and schools. My sister and I, although, several years apart (did I mention that she is the older one?) remember joint walks to the public library, long summer car trips to visit our Illinois relatives, 4th of July Picnics at Schlanger Park, Picco and other activities. When we are together, we often reminisce about such events. 

But, mostly we just enjoy being with one another. I wish we lived closer together. Half a continent away, makes for infrequent in-person meetings. But, phone calls and emails keep us pretty close.

Treasure your siblings. They are not exactly you, but chances are they understand who you are and where you are coming from. Hold them close to your heart.

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Lord, again we are thankful. Siblings are a gift, with which to share your life. We are blessed.

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Karen said…
Thanks for the kind words. Did I mention you were the younger sister? Not enough space to comment about YOU! Love you. YMOOOOS
April 12, 2024 at 6:58 AM
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