I will never forget
when I found out I was pregnant. My
daughter told me she had prayed for a brother and couldn’t wait to go pick him
up. She actually asked me if we could go
get the baby the next day.
Unfortunately, it takes a little longer than a day for a pregnancy.
I have to admit I
had another reason for wanting a brother for my daughter. I had a sister who I never got along
with. Our relationship had been chaotic
and a nightmare from hell from the start.
I never see her and we don’t speak.
It is like not having a sister at all.
In the long run, it is better this way.
The fighting, hatred, and drama just isn’t worth getting together for. Life is too short. It doesn’t mean that I don’t think about her
sometimes. I wish her well. I do.
It is just that it is pointless to have any kind of relationship with
her. It is too much water under the
bridge as they say.
Because of the hellacious
relationship my sister and I have shared, I feel
even more blessed and relieved that my kids get along and probably always will. My family is important to me, although I know
a lost cause when I see it. I remember
telling my dad before he died that once he was gone there would be no reason
why I would have to put up with her crap anymore. He was saddened by my statement but he
understood better than anyone could. Like
a prophecy my words that day became reality.
One truth remains…you don’t get to choose who you are related to. You can only do the best you can and live
your life.
