On this day, 35 years ago today, something really special happened. The act itself happens every day, and yet each time it’s different because a new life enters world. What makes this particular event so special is that this is the day my sister was born.
She has been my partner-in-crime for many years. I was 3 and a half when she was born and so in fact, I cannot remember life without her. I don’t remember meeting her – I simply know that she’s always been with me.
We started sharing a room just before our brother was born, which would have made me about 7 and her about 3 and a half. And in fact, we shared a double bed as well, until we each got twin captain beds; I think I was 12 or so. We shared our room until I was 20 or 21, and my parents had the basement renovated. I got a bedroom – and a bathroom even – in that deal. It was great to have our space for sure, and we each enjoyed decorating our new rooms to our tastes (no more armless teddybear wallpaper for either of us). There were times though when our own space wasn’t good enough: in fact, we shared a bed every Christmas Eve until 1998 and MOMD came on the scene. She and I would load our adult bodies into one of the twin captain beds, and Glenn would take the other bed. And we would “sleep” (Amanda is a horrible bed hog) . We loved to wake up together on Christmas morning.
When I moved out, we would make dates to spend the day with each other. We called these days “Sisters Day” and we even had a theme song. Thy lyrics are “Sisters day is for spending money!” You can probably guess what we did on Sister’s Day.
We lost our brother together, we had our first babies together (my niece is 10 weeks younger than my son; we called them the “maternal twins”), we each traveled to the UK with our Girl Guide troop, without our parents. We each have curly hair (although hers far more curly than mine) and often times people ask us if we are twins. For ourselves though, we can’t see any resemblance between us unless we’re hanging upside down.
We attended the same primary, middle and high schools, sometimes even together. Of course, if Amanda had an endocrinologist appointment, she’d have to miss school. Often she would have a teacher that I have had; it can’t have been easy to be in my shadow. Some might say that I have a big personality and as such, I suppose I must cast a big shadow. My sister did it though, without complaint, with style and grace and a personality all her own.
The good times, the bad times, the friend times and the fighting times (there were a LOT of those, right Mom?), my sister has been through it all with me. She was my Maid of Honour at my wedding, she is my go-to confidant on many a sensitive topic. I can count on her to be honest with me, even if what she has to say is going to hurt. I trust that she has my best interests at heart, knowing who I am as really no one else on earth can.
She is a beautiful woman.
A bright light in the dark of night,
a loving heart and a courageous soul.
Happy birthday, Amanda. I love you more that I can say. I’m so glad you chose to share this life with me.