It was my baby sister's birthday recently. She is now a teenager. It's a big deal. Especially considering we all still call her "Baby". Anyway! Given this momentous occasion, I had cause to ponder a little bit more on her life, and what her sister-ship has meant to me :) I am 15 years older than she is, so with that gap, our relationship is a little different. When she was still little, people often thought she was actually my kid. I remember being out with her and several people commenting on that and her turning to me and saying, "I am your best child!" Which- she obviously was :)
One experience particularly stood out in my mind. When my other sister had her baby, Mom and I rushed to the hospital and Dad and Baby (Elizabeth) were not far behind us. They arrived at the hospital not long after the baby was born. Since Elizabeth was under 16, she was not allowed back to the room to see the new baby, she could only look at her in the nursery. She had a lot of reason to be upset, but was calm about it, accepted her fate, and patiently waited. We were eventually able to take the baby up to the glass at the reception desk so Elizabeth could see her a little closer.
Being as none of us had slept much in the past 48 hours, shortly after Dad and Elizabeth arrived, we went back to the house to rest. The whole time Hann had been in labor, nurse after nurse, and even the doctor had commented, "I'll bet your are glad this wasn't you!" or "You'll never want to have kids now!" Which honestly, hurt. I want to make it clear that there is no one on the planet more excited about that baby being born than me (ok maybe her parents). I love that little cutie too much. But seeing my sister become a mom and having the lingering thoughts surrounding whether or not that would ever be an option for me was hard.
Elizabeth has always been very cognizant of other people's feelings. As we climbed into bed to sleep, she knew that I was having more "feelings" than usual. She asked what was wrong. I proceeded to tell her that I was so happy that Hann had a baby, and loved them both so much, but was sad that other people assumed I wouldn't want to have a baby, when that was what I wanted most in the whole world. As tears started to roll down my cheeks, she didn't say anything but just started to brush them away. In that moment, I didn't think of her so much as my "baby" sister as I did my friend. The love and comfort I felt from her were tangible. Even though she had reason to complain, considering she hadn't even been able to hold the baby, she didn't compare or make things about her. She didn't say anything but continued to wipe away my tears until we had both fallen asleep.
I tell that story to highlight a few things. First, the Christlike love that my sister showed toward me, and how that strengthened our relationship. Second, that sometimes we can't fix the problems of others, but we can still be there for them to wipe away tears and show unconditional love. Which I think is exactly what the Savior does for us.
I am grateful for the people in my life who are exemplars of Christlike love, and hope to emulate them and the Savior more in my daily life.
Love you too much!
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