But she doesn’t have a sister, and the probability is that she never will.
Sure, she will make friends, and they will be close, and (thankfully) she has “girl-cousins” just a year or so on either side of her, and I pray that they will be closer still, “sister-cousins” perhaps.
Like my daughter, I am the youngest, and I have 2 older brothers. Unlike my daughter, I have sisters, 2 older sisters. When I look at my little girl, and realize that she will never truly know the beauty and pain that comes with having a sister, I can’t help but feel she is missing out on something inexplicably wonderful.
Carol is my elder by nearly 10 years, and Lucy by over 6 years. Because of this age difference I can’t testify to what it was really like when we were growing up. Both sisters went off to college right after high school, so truly, I was still pretty little when they were out of the house. They came back for summers, busy working. Then I was working, really never home, so that part of our lives together is a bit fuzzy. (My brothers and parents would say that there were a lot of bathroom wars, and a lot of yelling. I suppose that is true. Maybe I have blocked those memories out).
But eventually I grew up. And got to know my sisters. How lucky I am to have them. They are the women I hope to become.
Sandie, Lucy, our mom and Carol(with her baby)