I never had a sister. I have friends who I like to think of as my sisters. Without the arguing over clothes. Or which television show to watch. Or who stole the make-up and hid it in the car on a hot day, thus ruining it forever. I tell my girls how lucky they are to have each other. That not everyone has a sister. And then they roll their eyes at me while one complains that the other ate part of her snack...and she wasn't done yet. As if we don't have more food in the pantry. But that part the sister ate (errr...stole)...it was the best part.
Then, sometimes, they get it right.
On Sunday I was talking to my mom...and Katie comes rushing in yelling: "you have to come outside now and see Madalyn. Hurry. And no, she's not dead." Love the addendum. Good to know. So we rush outside to see:
And Katie is just so proud...because she showed her how to do it. And she shared her bike with Madalyn. And didn't demand it back...but decided to have a go at Madalyn's smaller bike. With the training wheels. Her long legs are a bit much for that bike!
"Having a sister is like having a best friend that you can't get rid of."