Mom was very actively involved in the family farm business and my brother and I were just coming of age to help. I was beginning to be somewhat of a valuable helper, yet still a bit too young to assist in operating the large equipment. During harvesting it was a busy time working long days to get the crop off the fields before fall weather settled in so everyone needed to pitch in to help get the job done.
I remember arriving home late after a long day of harvesting and plopping into bed from being so tired from helping mom and dad. It was only a few hours after my head hit the pillow that dad was waking my brother and I saying, “Get dressed quick and get into the station wagon, mom’s going to have the baby.” We quickly listened by grabbing whatever clothes were closest to us and dragging our tired selves out to the car. Dad drove very fast the whole twenty miles to the hospital. We sat way in the back in the rumble seat wondering who would be joining our family, a brother or a sister. I was praying mom would bring a little sister home.
Another girl would be so awesome to add to our family, me being the oldest, my brother in the middle, and a younger sister, that would be the perfect mix of siblings. It would be so much fun to take her everywhere I loved to play around the farm, especially the play house which contained all my dolls and make-believe house items. I would be ecstatic if this would come true.
My brother and I were awakened again by dad after falling back to sleep in the car at the hospital parking lot. My dad’s tone of voice was filled with excitement as he shared that we were now big brother and sister to our new baby brother. There was no sister for me, but I did love and cherish my baby brother.
Many times, through the years of growing up with my younger brothers I always wished I had a sister. It would have been so much fun to share girl things; talking all night, giggling about silly things and wooing and awing over the latest fashions or boys.
Close to fifteen years after the birth of my brother, I finally met my sister, sister by heart. My future husband’s sister is the sister I always wanted. We never spent our young childhood days together, but we have spent many days as grown women enjoying each other’s company.
This last week I was reminded of how much I love her as my sister by heart. We were able to spend a few days together during her vacation. I anxiously looked forward to her arrival and couldn’t wait to sit and visit, laugh and do whatever our hearts desired. Yet, it was bitter sweet when I had to drop her at the airport for her departure back home. With tears beginning to flow from my eyes as I drove away I remembered the saying from a framed poem we both have hanging on our walls.
Sisters by Heart
We’ve shared so much laughter; shared so many tears. We’ve a spiritual bond that grows stranger each year. We’re not sisters by birth, but we knew from the start, God put us together to be Sisters by Heart.
If you are blessed with a sister by heart or a sister by birth make sure you tell them how much you love them and how they have filled your heart.