A part of the bigger picture at play is the relationship between my sister and me (see! here I am wondering if it’s me or I, like I mentioned yesterday).
Since the end of June, my sister and I, and our children (my four year old and 21 month old, and her 21 month old), and my brother-in-law and other various relatives (aunts, cousins, close friends), and my husband on two visits, have been living together in our childhood home. This sort of living situation is not for the faint of heart, let me tell you! It’s been stressful and beautiful, fun and crazy, annoying and lovely.
But through it all, my sister and I have been forced to deal with our conflict, and, as a byproduct, we have grown much closer than ever before. And that is something my Mom would’ve loved. She didn’t plan to get sick and die, but I know her heart for our lives and our relationship was that we would grow to become close friends, and not just sisters.