Sunday Sermon: Sister Love

April 13, 2008 at 8:37 am 8 comments

Today is Sunday, and my mind has been cluttered all morning with distress for two of my sisters.  One is my biological sister, and one is my blogging sister.  While making a massive amount of pancakes for breakfast (Krusteaz mix with milk instead of water and 2 eggs), I kept drifting back to worrying about my two sisters.  

Yesterday, my 8 year old daughter Sarah and I went on a “Mommy-Daughter Date.”  Because I have five daughters, they are usually very eager and excited for an opportunity to spend some on-on-one time with me, and I love it as well.  Sarah is a tender hearted girl, she always has been, but at times she can be particularly critical with her younger 5 year old sister Naomi.  While eating our lunch from Arctic Circle (Sarah’s pick), I mentioned a disturbing comment that Naomi had mentioned earlier to me that week.  Naomi said, “If I die, Sarah and Lorinda won’t miss me.”  I was stunned and responded, “No, that is not true, your sisters love you and would miss you terribly.”  “No,” she corrected me, “they hate me and they would not miss me if I died.”

While talking to Sarah about this, I stressed the importance of expressing her love to Naomi and not being so hard on her.  I think Sarah took this to heart because this morning, while making pancakes, she suggested, “I think I will make two chocolate milks this morning, because I know that Naomi will want one.”  When Naomi came downstairs to join us, Sarah offered her an already prepared chocolate milk sippy cup, and Naomi smiled brightly and said, “Thank you Sarah.”  Sister Love at its best.

I know that worrying is not productive, and there is only so much I can do to help my sisters.  But one thing I can do is tell them I love them, and I know that God loves them.  Love is the most powerful force in our universe. 

Our oldest daughter Amanda is 13 and in the 8th grade, and is fortunate enough to be in a honors English class.  Thankfully, Mrs. Larsen, Amanda’s teacher forces all her students to submit an entry into the Reflections Contest at their school.

This year Amanda wrote and submitted her entry called: “Memories of a Big Sister.” I knew she had submitted this as her entry, and I loved it so much, I thumb-tacked it to the wall in my “office,” aka laundry room. This week I was informed that Amanda’s entry was to be honored, and will be sent to the next level in the school district this year. Here is a picture of the two of them at the ceremony. Congrats Amanda, you are amazing!

Memories of a Big Sister

Do you remember when I painted your toenails bright red? Mom got mad at me because you rubbed it off on your new blanket.
You were so little you couldn’t even talk.

Do you remember when you fell asleep in the car on the way to the bowling alley and I had to stay with you when everyone went inside? I had a lot of fun giving you a makeover with purple eye shadow, pink blush and some shiny hello kitty lip-gloss.
We were listening to the oldies.

Do you remember when I had to babysit you? You were playing in the basement, and I heard you cry I ran over and found you on the floor. Then I sat rocking you ‘till you fell asleep.
I wondered if you would remember.

Did you know that when you were too little to swim I would hold you and cuddle you if someone splashed in your eyes?
You didn’t stay in the pool for twenty minutes tops.

Did you know when I read you a book you’d want me to read it over and over again?
I never got tired of it.

Did you know that if I hugged mom and said “Mine!” you would cry, hit me, then say “Mine!” right back to me.
You were my source of entertainment.

Don’t ever forget that even if you were being a stinker I could make you laugh by saying “Hold on little monkey” and almost letting you slip off me onto the floor.
I always caught you, just in time.

Don’t ever forget that when I was on the computer you always insisted that I hold you even if I wasn’t playing a game or watching a movie, or anything that would interest you.
You inspired my emails.

Don’t ever forget that your tickle spot is right in your armpit and you could never ever help giggling hysterically when I tickled you there.
Once I recorded you because you had the cutest voice.

I remember.
I know.
I won’t let you forget how much I love you.

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  • 1. hairyshoefairy  |  April 13, 2008 at 5:48 pm

    That is such a sweet poem! I want to hang it in my own little office/laundry room and I don’t even know these cute girls! I got a teary.

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  • 2. tracy m  |  April 13, 2008 at 8:10 pm

    That will be a treasure for years to come.- keep writing, Amanda- very nice job.

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  • 3. realworldmartha  |  April 14, 2008 at 9:31 am

    WOW!!! That’s so beautiful! I can imagine how proud you are. Our children can be such a reflection of who we are. What a testament to you as a Mom.

    P.S. – I wanted to let you know that I am having a contest over on my blog and I will be giving away some natural beauty products so if you or anyone that reads is interested, please stop by.

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  • 4. Erika  |  April 14, 2008 at 6:41 pm

    That is so sweet! It reminds me of my own girls and how they love to get on each other’s nerves, but in the end, nothing is as strong as their bond…. Nice job Amanda 🙂

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  • 5. jen38  |  April 14, 2008 at 8:14 pm

    Thank you so much HSF, Tracy, Debbie and Erika, I will pass on your comments to Amanda. She is really going through crazy stuff now in middle school, I don’t remember life being quite as crazy at 14.

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  • 6. Marilyn Hansen  |  April 14, 2008 at 10:06 pm

    Hang in there, Amanda. I remember Jr High – and I hated it. A combat zone, that’s what it was. Your poem is AWESOME!! You will always be a source of inspiration for your little sisters. How lucky they are!!

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  • 7. Tonya  |  April 14, 2008 at 10:19 pm

    What a beautiful little writer you have there. What a treasure you have.

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  • 8. Nicki  |  April 15, 2008 at 7:47 pm

    Major lump in my throat! What sweet girls you have – I can’t believe that poem coming from a 13 year old!

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