I have a student who always asks me as only a 6-year old would: Are you a big sister? She asks me that in a tone that clearly tells me that big-sisterhood to her connotes a position of great privilege and pride. When I answer her that I am in fact a big sister, she smiles at me in a way that says "Ah! Then you know my joy!"
|Two Girls at the Piano (1892)|
|The Sisters (1885)|
I admit I never thought much about being a big sister at her age. I never went around asking people if they were a big sister as if it was a wondrous thing to be; but that is what I have been nearly all my life. Less than a year younger than me, my sister and I get to be twins for a month every year! She was my first friend, the first person I fought with, the first person I laughed with (along with many other firsts in life). I love her for all her grump, her naiveté, and her discipline. I know that my life has been fuller for being the big sister to my little sister. I love you Judy. Happy Birthday!
|This is when it all started!|
|Judy's 1st Birthday! I think I cared more about the cake.|
|She was an awkward little thing, wasn't she? I didn't know what to do with her.|
|We were each other's first playmates!|
|We shared many good times together!|
|How can you not love this face?!|