Then my little sister called from VA and, in a way that was very uncharacteristic for me, I cried on the phone. Even though I consider myself to be pretty open with my emotions, for some reason I don't cry around my family (the one I come from, I mean). I have thought about it over the years and have come to the conclusion that it must have something to do with being the oldest. I was the one to move far away from the rest of the fam when I was twenty. I chose a different way of life in my new religion. Etcetera, etcetera... So here was my younger sister on the other end of the phone and I found it amazingly easy to open up about my own personal frustrations and mom guilt. Keep in mind she is twelve years younger than I am. We became real friends when she was about 18 and I was 30, and I feel like I have been learning from her ever since.
One of her many talents is finding funny cards, and after our phone call she would either text or send me a card every couple of days or so. They helped. She helped. And although life throws stuff at us, at me, it is nice to know that a beautiful 32 year-old across the country is my cheerleader. Thanks, Jen.