Little Sister

that’s me! I missed yesterday, I know, I know. But I have a genuine reason. I had the most awful migraine I’ve had for a long time. It got so bad that when I went out to take the girls to dance class, I started to feel sick. “Do you want to practice our dance?” the other mother who is also my dance partner in this dance – please god don’t let her get the job she went for today or at least let it start after we’ve finished this dance!!! I know I’m awful. Anyway, “yes!” I stupidly said, because I really NEED the practice. All the spins were not clever. Leaving the studio in 5 o’clock traffic – with the bus station right opposite the studio was also not clever. By the time I got to the car, I was ashen and sweating. I had to drive to Ollie’s work and get him to take us home, where I proceeded to lock myself in the bedroom for the rest of the night. I did get up at 9.30pm to eat, and then went back.  It was horrible.  It’s hitting the opposite side of my head today, but it’s not too bad. So there!  Good enough reason? I think so.

It does mean I’m a day behind, but that’s okay. It’s only one day. Have you guessed by my title who my hero of today is?  Ya, that’s right. It’s YOU Michelle. And I’ll tell you why.

My sister has faced some very serious shit in her life. There are nine years between us, and I grew up without her. Which I am sure she’s probably quite pleased about, considering what a precocious child I was when I was little. Actually, I still am.  I’m not kidding anyone, I’m still difficult and whiny. She was 15 when circumstances saw her leave home, and I was six. I remember that day vividly. I think I always will.  Sisters are amazing creatures, even when there’s a big age difference.  I spent a lot of my preteenage summers at her place. She was a 5 hour bus ride over winding hills and then there was the country, and the beach, and her dogs and her love. She took care of me over the school holidays and I loved every single minute I got to spend with her. I learned some very important life lessions on those visits.  I’ve already talked a little about those, you might remember this post.  By the time I was 18, she’d moved back to Nelson with her oldest son, and she and I got to know each other as adults. Not that we were particularly adult back then. We definitely made up for lost time.

Michelle is probably one of the most honest people you’d ever be likely to meet. She is often extremely blunt, and she has a fuckin’ temper let me tell you.  Although, she’s gone from being the one you certainly don’t want to wake up in the morning to the one who rings me at ungodly hours of the morning like 9am…I KNOW!  And demands Ollie take the phone in to me where I am forced to blearily answer and be useful. It’s shameful!  It really is.  You can always count on my sister to tell you how it is. She doesn’t sugarcoat anything, and I love her for it.

When I was pregnant, she was there for me the whole way. I knew I could talk to her about absolutely anything.  And I truly mean anything, and that she’d tell me, honestly what it had been like for her. She was there when I gave birth to Siobhan. I had one foot on her, and the other on my midwife.  It’s their faces I remember seeing. Her support, her encouragement, her love was extremely obvious and I still get a little misty when I think about it.  I know I’m supposed to only be giving one reason why my heroes are my heroes, but it’s hard to stop at just one. She has been there, for the major turning points in my life. Even though we live on separate islands, I know I can count on her. She came to my wedding three years ago and I can’t even begin to tell you how awesome it was to have her there.

Anyway, the real reason that she’s my hero is simple. Michelle has never been anything but herself. She doesn’t bow down to anyone. She knows who she is, and she’s not afraid to be that person. Michelle follows her dreams, she doesn’t let fear hold her back – like her little sister does – she’s brave and confident, even when sometimes, I think she’s not quite as confident as she appears.  I know how rough some parts of her life have been. I have seen and listened to the things that she’s gone through, and I have seen and listened to the person she is now.  She has never doubted who she is, what she’s good at, or her beliefs. Even though sometimes her own family has.  And that, really is why I admire her so very much. She has the strength of character that I wish I could have. She’s amazing. Truly. Also, her eyes are true green. I know, I’m jealous too.

You should all know her. I love you Mimi, even though I shy away from telephones…thank GOD you’re back on MSN! I’ve missed you. You are my hero. <3

One thought on “Little Sister

  1. you lovely little sister! im glad i dont have to be verble right now cause i couldnt do it without cracking and NO ONE see that 🙂
    big hugs and I love you too muuuuwaaaa…

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