I am a middle child with an older sister, younger brother and an older half brother from my dad’s first marriage. My sister and I are two years apart; somewhat of a curse when we were younger, but a blessing as an adult. We fought quite a bit growing up, and it wasn’t until we “grew-up” that we became the best of friends.
We each had baby boys within seven months of age. With a potential posting looming next year, we decided to take a trip together with our baby boys to visit our Aunt in New York. We booked flights to Montreal and drove down to Vermont/New York for ten days. With a one-year old and a five-month old tagging along, we knew we were in for some interesting times.
My son loved the car rides, her son did not. She loved hanging out at our Aunt’s, for me it was panic central as my son got into everything and anything possible. We were both quite stressed most of the trip. When I got home and told my husband about the trip, he thought I would be disappointed as it was not at all what I had expected, but it was quite the opposite. No, we didn’t sight-see as much as we would have liked, and yes there were screaming/crying babies most of the time, and my nerves are still reeling from driving in Montreal (I don’t know how they survive on those roads!) But in the end, it was just what we needed. We laughed until it hurt, talked until our throats ran dry, and made memories that will last us a lifetime.
I know when we get posted it will be hard to leave my sister. This trip made me realize just how important she is to me and how important it is to spend time together especially when life gets busy.
So instead of dreading future postings, I’m choosing to look at it as an opportunity to set aside time now for my sister, and know that no matter where life takes us we have a bond that will never be broken... but I might have to enlist someone’s help to ensure she always gets her “Grande Skinny Vanilla Latte’s”.