The Melting Years {A Bigger Picture Moment}

My sister is thirteen years older than I am. When I was very wee, she played second mother to me, helping my parents feed, bathe, and clothe me. She helped babysit when my parents worked, in a way, sacrificing a good portion of her youth to take care of little me.

By the time I was old enough to develop a relationship with her that I could remember beyond snatches and glimpses, she was graduating high school, moving out, living with friends, and getting married. She was trying for babies while I was watching The Lion King.

Her first husband was a long story, so I’ll skip to the part where she moved back closer to family, where she has been ever since. But by the time this happened, I was the one moving out, going to college, and falling in love far away.

There was love. Always a tremendous amount of love between us, but little else in common with so many years, life experiences, and differences in the way. We would spend holidays together, with the whole family, laughing and joking. But we didn’t share thoughts, or clothes, or inside jokes like other sisters might, and neither of us likes talking on the phone. There were a few breaches in the age wall – like when she found a new man and started asking me for dating advice, and when I went through a major breakup for reasons much like her earlier divorce and I stayed with her for a week as I nursed my wounds – but still, 25 and 38 make for different people and different life phases.

But then she got remarried. And I got married. She had a second baby, and I was maturing enough to start playing aunt, albeit still from a three-hour drive away. I poured love into her babies as proxy for all the love I couldn’t express to her when I was younger.

And now she’s come to visit and I’m discovering there are no awkward pauses. No shuffling. No wondering what to say or what to do. I’m showing her my home in the country of her birth. I show her the markets and restaurants I love, and watch with a smile as she buys up more food than anyone can reasonably be expected to eat. I laugh as we both reach for the same purses, home decor, and hand-carved goods at the night market. We whisper back and forth about prices and conspire over whom to buy from and how much to bargain down.

We sit by the pool, sharing guavas and dreams, and I’m discovering 33 and 46 aren’t so different after all.

The years, they’re melting away.

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Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take,
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- Author Unknown 

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8 thoughts on “The Melting Years {A Bigger Picture Moment}

  1. Just lovely. What a wonderful gift to be living! My brother and I have also found a great friendship as we've gotten older…ENJOY every minute you have her!

  2. I love your ending. It's perfect, and it's true. The years, they do melt away. My sister and I are six years apart. Now we're both married — two kids and one kid and it's less and less noticeable that we are six years apart. Beautifully told, Jade. Have a fabulous time!

  3. It seems like after a certain age, we can all sort of relate better to each other :) I love that. And I love that you have your sister there with you!

  4. I always wanted a sister, but I never thought to imagine one 13 years older (or younger) than me. You make it sound like such an adventure and now you've arrived together…it's wonderful! It sounds like you two have really enjoyed each other for this visit :)

  5. My sisters are older than I am as well. 13 and 10 yrs older. As a child I looked up to them with adoration and they spoiled me and took me so many places. We've enjoyed a long stretch now where we are all three adults. And I am starting to see glimpses of a time to come when I will have the opportunity to offer them care in return for all they did for me so long ago.

  6. i love this. my sisters are 8 and 13 years younger than me, and we are just getting to that point where it's not such a difference anymore.

  7. Yes it is so true after a while age just "melts away" and you are just left with a bond that can never be broken. As an only child I always wanted a sibling to share moments with. You are so very lucky. :-)

  8. it's so true – 33 and 46 aren't that different – it's a wonderful thing to have an adult friendship with your sister ;) mine is only 3 years younger but my brother is 7 years and that was a fun change too- to go from "little brother" to equals – and seeing him as a man instead of a kid – I love my brother & sister & the relationships we have! :)