I don’t talk a whole lot about motherhood other than the fact that I am a mom, I’m a pretty crazy one, and my daughter Ginger, well she’s what the parenting books call, “spirited.” I don’t talk a whole lot about it because for me, it’s just too sensitive of a topic. Alison has a line? I know, you’re shocked. But not so shockingly, I’m crossing my own line today.
I’m sure many moms (and caretakers for that matter) can relate to the feeling of desperation that occurs when you’re DONE for the day. You’ve fed the child, played with the child, given them toys, taken them on a play date, run an errand…but they still want more, more, MORE, and it’s only noon.
It’s that moment when I look at Gigi, as she throws her body to the floor screaming dramatically about my latest wrongdoing (giving her milk instead of juice, looking at her when she didn’t want me to, or saying no to more candy) and think, “What the hell am I supposed to do with you?”
There are only so many people you can call at moments like this—moments when you’ll probably burst into tears, or say unforgiveable things about the small person terrorizing your sanity. And there are even fewer people you feel comfortable burdening with the screaming child as raid their fridge and then hide in their bathroom checking emails on your phone.
But luckily, I had my sister. So even though being a mom can be rough, I was hanging in there. She lived one block away with a baby the same age (but with the exact opposite temperament) as mine. And we saw each other everyday.
When there was an hour to kill I called my sister. When I needed dinner, I called my sister. When I wanted a run, a drink, a lame movie, or a donut, I called my sister. First thing in the morning, last thing before bed, curled in the fetal position with Gigi screaming, or waiting at the park with Gigi giggling, I could call my sister and she was 5 minutes away. It made being a mom doable.
And then she moved.
I’m so lucky to have so many amazing friends. But it’s just not the same as my little sister. When you’re the mom of a young child, the women who are (or aren’t) in your life can make or break your day. I have a lot of fabulous women in my life. But they’re not my sister.
She’s only been gone two days and I miss her like crazy.
But I don’t like to say things like this to her face. So I put them on my blog. And when she tries to bring it up I’ll revert back to my usual guilt tripping and deflecting. But for the record, I love my sister Andrea a lot.
Which is why I threw her a good-bye party with a theme “Get the Hell Out of Here.” So here you go.
Melanie made these beautiful cards for people to write memories on. She also designed the signs!
My kid is the one with her tummy hanging out.
And sure I’ll miss my sister, but I can’t even talk about this girl without crying. I made her this shirt using a bleach pen. Just so she doesn’t forget her roots.
Anyway. I’ll stop getting all sentimental. But if you want to remember how much sisters and cousins love each other you can see our mommy/cuzzy photo shoot we took in the Fall.
Now, get the hell outta here.