When we were young, I was your bigger, braver sister.
Four years older, I took it upon myself to be your protector.
My earliest memory of us takes me back to the bedroom we shared in the mid-eighties. You were scared of the dark and would beg me to sing you to sleep. Lullaby after lullaby I would sing on demand. Sometimes I would even hop into bed with you until you drifted off.
I remember there used to be a big rush on at bath time on a Sunday night as we scrambled to get bathed and into our pjs before Young Talent Time. Mum would dress us in front of the TV as Johnny Young welcomed us to the show. You lived in fear that the kids on TV could see you getting dressed. I would tell you it was okay, while I was secretly scared they could see us too.
I remember that if you fell over at school and were inconsolable, the teacher would bring you to me. I would give you a cuddle and cheer you up and you’d be right as rain.
As we grew older, we became addicted to dance. We would choreograph routines in our bedroom. Whitney was a favourite and I’ll never forget the performance we did for the family to INXS’ Devil Inside.
I was a bit of a bossy boots in those days. Pushing you harder to do the steps like I had shown you, thinking I was the head dance teacher from Fame. You obediently followed my lead though. I rarely remember fighting.
I remember us playing Barbies for hours on end, having hula-hooping competitions, and seeing how many sit ups we could do in a row. I’ll never forget the time we did so many sit ups before the Take That concert that we could barely straighten our bodies out to walk.
When you turned 18, we hit the clubs together big time. We would walk into the Criterion, our favourite hangout, order a jug of beer … each … and dance up a storm.
Around this time, I noticed a change in our relationship. It wasn’t me taking the lead anymore. We had always loved each other as sisters, but our bond seemed different now. Perhaps it was because the age gap between us didn’t matter as much as it did when I was say 18 and you were 14. Our bond had become stronger. We were more like friends. We shared clothes and makeup and loved all of the same music and TV shows. We were tight.
Now, as wives and mothers our bond is the strongest it has ever been. You are the person I come to first for advice. You are kind, generous and compassionate, a good listener and a great friend. I admire everything that you have achieved in your life and I am so very proud of you.
While I was once your bigger, braver sister, I am now your equal. Your sister, your friend.
Thanks for an amazing 32 years together. I can’t imagine life without you!
Today, I am linking up with always Josefa for Conversations over Coffee. Each month, Josefa opens up a link with a specific theme. This month’s theme was Conversations with my siblings. It’s always Josefa’s first bloggy birthday this week, so be sure to pop in and wish her congrats.