Sisterhood

My sister was here for the summer. She arrived in May and she just left on Wednesday. She is my only sister. Growing up there were times when she was my only friend. She has been by my side since before I was 3 years old. We are similar and yet so different. We find most of the same things funny. We both like to have the same sort of deep conversations. We both have big dreams. We like to do a lot of the same stuff for fun. There are also lots of difference between us. Where my sister is incredibly creative and always thinking of her next project I did not inherit that creative gene. Where my sister would be perfectly content roaming the globe for the rest of her life what I love is a place to come home to, where I can feel comfortable and secure.

 

There are other differences, more than I could list. But that is the beauty of family. Would we have ever become friends if we weren't family? I can't say for sure if we would. I'm fact there is a good chance we would not have. But we are family. There is an intensely fierce love we have for each other. It is unexplainable. It doesn't make sense. I can be absolutely fuming mad at her thinking she is the worst person in the world and the next minute I see her sad and defeated and my heart is breaking for her. I would do absolutely anything to tell her that she is wonderful and perfect.

 

Seeing my sister love my baby girl is a feeling I am unable to describe. It is such a special thing to see anyone love your baby, but when it is someone that I love so much in return it is just perfect. Charlotte had such a great summer with her aunt, who we call tante (the Norweigan word for aunt, pronaunced tanta). The first couple days she was a it hesitant. Once she warmed up though, she was in love. She would smile and giggle every morning when tante would come out of her room. She would crawl to find her tante wherever she may be hiding. Tante came with us to the park, to the beach, to the store, on walks, to church, on weekend trips and to the doctor. There were a few rough times. Babysitting wasn't always easy. But, I was never nervous leaving my daughter with her tante. Even if she cried a little longer than normal I knew Emma loves her and so she would be alright.

 

There is a hole in our family now that my sister is gone. I know there is a good chance we will never live around each other. My sister will probably end up living in Europe or Hawaii. I will probably always wish that she lived closer, but that doesn't mean that we can't be close. She will always be one of Charlotte's favorites. I can't wait to see their relationship grow. I know Charlotte will enjoy fun coffee dates, musical concerts, deep conversations, international travel, roller coaster rides, shopping trips, new experiences and many special times with her tante. I am more than happy to share.

 

We will be cheering for tante from a distance as she journeys on trying to find her place and her purpose in this world. But mostly we will look forward to her next visit.

We all love you Tante!

 

First time meeting Charlotte

 

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