Sisterhood

For a long time, I always wished I was the older sibling instead of the younger one. I always associated being the older one with being more free. I associated it with being ahead in terms of living, experience, and well... There's an awful analogy for this one (sorry Johnnie) It's like finding a car ahead of you on the road that you want to overtake but you just can't no matter how hard you try.

But when I spend time with Avu, some of that frustration seems to vanish. She just reminds me of myself two years ago. And to her I can pass on some of the more closely guarded secrets of survival in a horribly maddeningly hostilely strangely wonderful world... And to her I can talk of life and hopes and marriage and frustration and dreams and plans and tell her... Hang in there girl. The next two years are not going to be quite as bad as they look from where you are. And I can see how far I have come in the last two years...

We seem to be quite clear in the way we define certain relationships. The ideal Parent-child relationship. Husband-Wife too... And friends. Ideal friendship we call it. But we never seem to have a definition of what ideal siblings are like. Are they supposed to be friends? Do siblings behave in a certain way? Does being born to the same parents become reason enough to love each other all your lives in a way you don't even understand or can never really begin to define? I have no clue.

But I do know that in life, some bonds are not defined by blood alone. Some of the people I have been closest to, some of the people I have never really had trouble understanding, the people I have shared a bit of myself with are the ones with whom I don't really have to.

Maybe it's the having to that makes all the difference. No one ever told me I had to do something and got away with it...