Today’s post had me in absolute tears, in the best way! The heart and soul poured into this story is just beautiful. And oh, how I can relate so much… Brandy, thank you for sharing this with us. It’s like you peeked into my (and my daughter’s) soul and articulated what we are thinking and experiencing…
I remember her. She wore purple overalls and had stringy red hair. Her face was dotted with little freckles just like my own. The problem was this though: No matter how much I packed her around and no matter how much she looked like me, she wasn’t my baby sister that I wanted so so much. She was just my Kid Sister doll.
I was four. My mom had waited the average time for our neck of the woods when she got pregnant with the baby that we never got to meet. I had pleaded to Mom, Dad, and God for a baby sister and it seemed that I might be getting my wish. I don’t remember a lot of the details…. how they told me, the questions I asked, or even where we bought that “Kid Sister” doll from. But I do remember the longing. I remember the desiring of a baby sister and the not comprehending why I couldn’t just have one. I was at the age when everyone made having a baby seem so simple. In my “needing to know every detail” mind, the stork put the baby in Mom’s belly and when SHE (yes, I specifically wanted a sister) was done growing the stork would come make sure she arrived safely. That’s how it worked right? So in my mind, what could have gone wrong? But of course I didn’t understand…. I was only 4.
