Firstly I have neglected my blog all summer as I have spent many evenings sitting outside drinking wine so apologies for that!
Now on to the business of sisterly love…
As I watch the friendship and love between Princess and Scud grow it fills me with such wonder that I am almost at a loss to describe it. Despite being like chalk and cheese, they already share secret looks and giggle hysterically about things that He and I are not a part of – this is to me what the sisterly bond should be all about but a small part of me fills with regret that this is something I did not share as a child.
I had a pretty wonderful childhood and didn’t really want for anything. My parents filled my life to the limit with ponies, friends, parties, adventures and most importantly love but I always yearned for a sibling – I didn’t often tell them this as they were unable to have children of their own and considered themselves extremely lucky that they were able to adopt me – but there was a void there that they simply could not fill. I was always envious of my close friends who had brothers or sisters of their own – sure there were often fights but it still seemed that there was always a friendship there underneath it all that I would never know.
While I was sometimes lonely growing up, I felt it even more keenly when my father started to get ill with dementia. My mother has lots of wonderful friends but has never been very good at asking for help, so a lot of the responsibility fell to me and when he finally died, I organised the entire private cremation and memorial service on my own. How I wished I had a sister I could share it all with.
When I first met Him I was an only child and he was one of five – imagine how daunting (and noisy) the first family get together with them was! I used to question him constantly about what it was like growing up – did they share rooms, who did he get on with best, how on earth did his poor mother feed them all, were they his best friends now etc.
About a year after meeting Him I actually tracked down my birth mother and discovered, much to my delight, that I had two half sisters and half brothers! Overnight (well not quite overnight but that’s another story and not mine to tell!) I became the eldest of five siblings. Sadly geography means that we rarely get to see one another but I did recently make a special effort to have lunch with my sisters in London. We will never get back the first thirty years that we missed but I sincerely hope going forward that they know they can always turn to me if they need to and vice versa.
So no matter what I am busy doing, I always try and stop, treasure and cherish each moment of sisterly love that I am lucky enough to witness every day between Princess and Scud. Every cuddle, every kiss, every giggle, every happy moment – I am grateful for them all – and intend to store them up in my memory in preparation for the teenage years when the arguments over clothes begin! I just hope that once those years are over, they will always be there for one another, long after He and I have passed on.