I have no clue what it’s like to have a sibling. So I guess the “write what you know” cliche goes right out the window.
But today I honor the relationship my children had with each other.
When I found out I was pregnant with Tim I was so happy that I was able to give Leanne something I never had…a brother. I wanted one so badly as there were a lot of things that didn’t make sense when I grew up and I had no one to talk to. And she would have someone to listen when she wanted to say “mom is driving me nuts today”. As I sure wanted to!
Growing up for them was challenging I am sure, as we were a mess at times. But they had each other. They would go and play in the nearby pond for hours. They would come home covered in mud and polliwogs in their pockets.
One time after Tim’s bath I just waited for the mud to dry so I could just vacuum out the caked on dirt.
They climbed mountains. Sold lemonade to the neighbors. And would go to the train tracks to put pennies on the tracks to make crunched pennies. Yeah…I know. Now I days I would be an outcast for the things my kids did. But I loved it. I just wish I went with them. Not out of worry but I wished I had been more apart of their adventures. As they sure had them.
When they became adults they even lived together in the same apartment for 18 months. And became best friends. Which as a mom…well it was just the best.
But unfortunately, this would be where my son passed away. In his sleep at the age of 28.
We had this special boy for much less time then we wanted. And one day either we will know why he left us, or when we see him it won’t matter anymore.
As adults…well the same was true. As here he is at one of her events.
To my children. The best part of me!