A Sister and a Mother.

A friend of mind laughed at me last Sunday when I saw that Kermit had posted. He’s the eldest of two, if I remember correctly, so I don’t really expect him to understand how excited I tend to get when she writes, calls, or even just comments. There’s just a special bond between my sister and I that…well…I can’t really put into words, other than the fact that as much as I’ve learned not to idolize people…she has always been my first idol, and I can never stop seeing her in that limelight.

It’s her birthday again, and I’ve typed this up ahead of time because at this very moment, I should be on a train up to visit her, along with our sister and parents for the week. Our father had a heart attack recently, and we decided that we’d get together for Easter to spend some time with him. And before you ask, he’s home and his surgery went well. I’m under the assumption that he’s on bed rest or house arrest for the next week or two…to make sure he’s good and recuperated after…well…what was a terrifying ordeal for us.

As I’ve mentioned before, Kermit has a way of doubting herself when it comes to parenting. I remember when we were up for our grandmother’s funeral; she was talking on her phone to her husband about how differently our cousin’s wife treated their one daughter, as opposed to how my sister handles her four kids. You can already see the major differences in the comparison. I think what she got upset with the most was how patient our cousin-in-law was…and though I feel that children are infuriating and run my patience dry, I know that Kermit has plenty to give towards her children; or…at least more than I do.

And I love her for it. Whether she sees it or not, she’s done a wonderful job at being a mother, I think more so because she’s got such a wonderful husband by her side, to help her when she needs it. She’s not alone in being a parent…and I honestly believe she needs to stop dwelling on herself in that matter when it comes to her kids. She’s not alone. She’s raising them with Fozzie, raising them together…and she should be able to see how each child reflects on their parents’ personalities in their own individual way. Anyways…it’s a joint effort on both their parts.

Kermit, you’ve embarked on a journey that is one that I will never want to pursue. But…you’ve got the strength to see it through. We all have our doubts, and in your blog and from listening in on your phone conversations…because what else am I going to listen to until you turn on the wave sounds in your phone…your primary concern is how your children see you. Judging by the smiles on their faces, and the antics you post about…I’d say they see nothing but love for you and Fozzie. I know…I don’t see you guys enough, but I know deep down inside you’re doing a great job!

I love you, and I’ll be seeing you in just a few hours! Happy birthday, sis!