An Uncapped Pen

August 19, 2008

I Wish You Could Meet Her . . .

Filed under: About Me,Family — cindylv @ 8:43 pm

My Sister  —  the other half of me.  

She’s seventeen months older than I am, lives in Connecticut with her husband and two adorable sons (okay–in the interest of honestbloggery, the older one doesn’t care for me very much), and I wish I could see her more often.

Growing up, the only thing I ever wanted was exactly what she had:  dolls, books, clothes, friends.  I think the only thing she ever wanted was to get away from her pesky little sister.  

Over the years, we separated.  She moved to Florida.  I moved to Germany.  She headed north to New York.  I headed west to Arizona.  She moved one state north to Connecticut, I moved one state west to Nevada.  Coincidence?

In the early 80s, we both married unwisely, to “inappropriate” men, according to our father.  Fortunately, we both regained our senses and divorced them.  

In the 90s, we both remarried and made much better decisions the second time around.  I celebrated my 15th anniversary last year.  She’ll be married for 10 years in November.  We both played flute in Wind Ensemble and twirled rifles in the Marching Band.  We both traveled when we were younger.

That’s pretty much the end of the similarities.   She took a job on Wall Street, working with numbers, while I flitted from defense contracting to training to environmental remediation to tech writing back to training.  And I’m not done yet.

She’s a full-time mother, and I work part-time for an architect.

She volunteers at her son’s school and supports fundraising activities for an Autism organization.  I dabble with writing.

She knows what all the buttons on her sewing machine do.  I just guess and keep a seam ripper handy.

She’s a great driver with a well-developed sense of direction.  I just enjoy the scenery as I wander around trying not to kill anyone.

She shops at the bakery for bread, the cheese store for cheese, the butcher for meat and the wine store for wine.  I swing into SuperWalmart on my way home from the office.

She has exquisite taste.  Me?  — um, not so much.

She keeps people at arms’ length.  I love hugs — the more, the better. 

She’s got a great sense of territoriality.  I could learn a lot from her as I frequently have trouble with boundaries.  

She can cook.  I can make reservations.

She’s a great mom.  I have two cats and a dog.

She’s intelligent, well-read, thoughtful and I can’t imagine making a big decision without consulting her.  She has a way of cutting through the fluff, excuses and tangents to the heart of the issue.  She won’t tolerate dissembling.  

She’s generous, helpful, understanding and a good listener.

She’s my sister.  

I love her.  I wish you could meet her.



  1. Maybe someday?

    Comment by angel — August 20, 2008 @ 6:38 pm | Reply

  2. This is the sort of thing that makes me wish I wasn’t an only child. You and your sister are very lucky to have each other!

    Comment by Piglet, MPH — April 14, 2009 @ 9:48 pm | Reply

    • Thanks, Piglet! I’m just sorry it took me so many years to get out of the way and see her for the truly wonderful person she is. I only wish we didn’t have 18 states between us.

      Comment by cindylv — April 15, 2009 @ 6:10 pm | Reply

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