My sister is kind of a cold person. If you asked her, she’d call herself an ice queen. She isn’t into showing affection, let alone hugging anyone. She used to tell me that she would never put down roots and she was going to travel the world. She didn’t want to be “domesticated.” She didn’t want to be attached. My sister hated kids, including me.
I’m very different. I’m the kid that couldn’t get rid of stuffed animals because it would hurt their feelings. I’ve always loved tiny creatures whether they’re animals or babies. I often roll around in the dirt with both kids and puppies. I always thought I would be the one to become a mom.
My sister and I have always been opposites, but maybe that’s because of our seven-year age difference. As we grew up, things started to change. Our ideals began to change. Suddenly, everything changed. I got sick and my sister got pregnant.
It didn’t exactly happen one after another. I was pretty sick long before she told me she was pregnant. Apparently she and her husband had been trying for months. No one in my family knew, and to tell you the truth, we didn’t believe it. It was just too outside of what we had come to know about my sister.
It was surprising how good my sister was at being a mum. Especially when she found out she was having twin boys. Not that she is a bad person, but she isn’t sentimental. Like I said before, one of the few times she really showed me public and physical affection was when she was tipsy at her wedding. My sister is fiercely independent and lets nothing weigh her down or stop her from going at top speed.
I didn’t realise how easy it would be for her to transition into the mother role. Or how much she’d enjoy being a stay-at-home mom—enjoy the fact that she slowed down. Not only was she good at all this, but it started to make her a more caring person. We even started getting along better, once she became a mum.
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Fast forward to the summer of 2015, and my sister and dad want to have a yard sale. For my sister to participate, she needed someone to watch my nephews, who were now walking and babbling one-year-olds. My mother and I volunteered, but I had no idea what I was getting into. I had only spent a few hours at a time with them, and there were always others around to help. This time, my mother had very bad back problems, so she was really limited in how much she could help. I ended up doing all the work.
For eight hours.
Now, I love my nephews. I love spending time with them. I’ll spend hours playing with them or lying on the floor watching a Disney movie. I’ll build hundreds of block towers just to watch them knock it over. I was there when they came six weeks early, and I watched them in incubators as they learned how to breathe. I held them when they were three pounds.
I thought this would be easy. All you need is love, right?
But they were a lot, now that they could move.