I will always celebrate the birth of someone I love so deeply. The last thing I expected at 20 was another sister, but fate gave me a second chance at a sibling and I am lucky to have the bonus sibling. Part of the problem is I dislike the siblings I grew up with. I have tried over the years to fix the differences between my other siblings and myself, but some things are just too broken and I am human after all, I can forgive, but I am incapable of forgetting. Baby sister gave me the opportunity to start with a clean slate not marred with pain and for that I will always be grateful. She challenges me to stay connected to someone a generation younger than I am, and for that I am also grateful.
The day of her birth I was with her birth mother up until the moment of her arrival. I fled unable to bring myself to witness the miracle of life. I regret that choice, wishing I could go back and be there when baby sister made her entrance into the world. I remember she was small, redheaded, beautiful, and loud when we meet for the first time. It would take my parents 3 years, several legal hoops, and a chunk of change to get through the process of adopting my baby sister, but know she was ours from the beginning.
Being the much older sister comes with lots of responsibilities and sometimes I am not always up to challenge, but I am also lucky that Natalie took up the challenge too. She has also supplemented the big sister duties with her own brand of love and practicality. Baby sister has always known that Natalie was my partner and spouse and for her this meant more love.
I am not trying to say everything is always perfect, but know having a much younger baby sister goes on my list of things that make my life (most of the time that is) more. So to my baby sister I wish her a wonder birthday and I look forward to sharing many more birthdays with her.
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