The thunder is crashing and I am in a full sprint to my sister's room. Not because she is the oldest, she is actually seven years younger, no I am in a panic that only the stubborn, strong sister of mine can cure. As I slide under the covers I can feel her smooth legs up against mine and her arm come sliding over my back with a small tap. She never really fully woke up on these nights, but her sleepy, apathetic presence reminded me that it was just thunder, not the end of the world.
I would like to say this illustration was a one time event in my childhood, but it wasn't. Growing up in Oklahoma thunderstorms could be our state song.
As I hear the thunder now I am reminded of how grateful I am for those moments. Moments of security. Being a child of so many divorces, security has always been sacred. Having a sister provided a lot of stability.
She was there. Bad hair, awful outfits, tearful temper tantrums, you name it she saw it firsthand and loved me through it anyway.
1 comment:
Your sister is so beautiful, just like you are!
Siblings help so much in providing those feelings of safety and security. :) Thank you for sharing!
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