I’ve lived most of my life wishing I’d had a sister. Unlike my kids, I did not have the courage to tell my parents this and anyway, it wasn’t them who made the decisions right? If God had wanted me to have a sister, He would have made it happen.

Well into my adulthood, all of my female relationships took on this expectation. Would this be the sister I prayed so desperately for? I was too little or too naive to think that every connection I made was a prospective for sisterhood while that was as far away as possible from the other person’s thoughts.

It’s a lot to put on someone. And personally, it’s a little creepy. If that were ever expected on me, I would have ghosted that person like I was never there in the first place!

I made quite a few friends in the process of my search, who would maybe qualify but there was just something that didn’t hit the mark.

It affected my whole existence to a point that when I had my first born, and it was girl, my first thought was “I need to give her a sister!”

I never once imagined my second born would be a boy. I just knew that it needed to be a girl, and that was it!

The two of them are as different as different can be, but it doesn’t matter when I see them play together and be there for each other. My honest prayer for them is that they will always have each other even if life takes me a different way.

This post is dedicated to a special person in my life, a sister that I was blessed with quite later on in life. Like I said, if God wanted it for me, He would see it happen. We barely see each other anymore. We barely saw each other once we entered each other’s lives. And the start of our relationship was quite rocky at best but life has a way of throwing things at you that push you toward people that will matter in a way that you least expect it to, doesn’t it.

The initial stage of our relationship was filled with disappointments, misunderstandings, and stubborn tantrums till we realized that we had a lot more in common that we thought. And that our differences only complimented what we shared. And that brought us closer, when we knew we had no one else.

The stubborn ego that I clung onto started to dissolve when I began to see the soft concern that was disguised behind indifference as a form of self-preservation maybe? Love & compassion can be dressed in various ways depending on the person that is displaying them. Everyone comes from such different places that it’s hard for two people to show care the exact same way. And this was what my eyes were opened to when it really mattered.

And I realized that yes, I’d finally been blessed with a sister – 23 years into my life, from a completely different set of parents, with an entire family of her own. But now, I was her family too.

Another thing I realized was that prayers are answered. The timing may be flaky. It may take a day or 20 years to happen. But when the time is right, it will. All it takes is faith, a little bit of hope and a lot of unwavering stubbornness.

Happy Sisters Day to my sister by law! She was forced to start this relationship, but I hope she stayed because she chose to! Thank you for always believing that I would come around and never giving up on our relationship! Thank you for fighting this with me and staying stubborn all the way through!

Love always,