Who’s Your Sister?

Are you an only child? Do you have siblings? Or maybe you have only one, a sister.
You could have been an only child for 5 ½ years, the only grandchild, the only niece, and very happy being an only child.
Happy until this baby sister came along, who now got all the attention. Everyone said how cute she was, and always asked, "How do you "liked my new baby sister." oh, brother, if they only knew.
Your mom had to sit up with her at night, ( she had bronchitis) rocking her in YOUR rocking chair.
You went from being a perfect child to a little brat trouble-maker, jealous of this little person that was ruining your life. The doctor told your mom to make you feel important, like she couldn’t take care of the baby without you..Your poor mom.
But it worked. As a result, or maybe it would have happened anyway, you began to dote on your baby sister. It didn’t even bother you that as you grew up she had to tag-a-long. There was no jealously.
Did you have to go the Capitol Theater with your grandparents? Having to wait until they got their free dishes. Having to see a cowboy movie, every Wednesday in the summer.
There were plenty of times you would have to go "Sunday driving" with them. They were good grandparents, but grampa drove 30 miles an hour, and the windows had to be up, even in the summer. At least you learned a little Lithuanian. They spoke Lithuanian, trying to teach you the language.
Every week-end your mom and dad, your sister and you would head for lake Waubesa. If it was night, you would sleep in the back, taking turns laying on the floor with the hump in your back. The seat was better, but the floor was the most fun when your dad would take a hill and dip in the road fast. Your stomach would have to catch up with you. (There were only country roads then, no interstate.)
On road trips, or rides, your favorite car game was humming songs for the other one to guess. Humming might not have been your forte, but it was fun, anyway.
Did you remain close after you grew up and got married?. There were some years when you didn’t get together except for the kids. Seven cousins in less than ten years.
How alike you are, but then so different. You are the loud mouth. Sometimes talking before you think. She, the quiet one. Sometimes keeping too much to herself.
Alike in your priorities. Your parents gave you the love of family, strength, and the knowledge that life is not fair, That strength has come in handy.
You remember things in different ways. You may have found out she is stubborn when she knows she is right. And so are you.
Does she know how, after all these years, you are so sorry she didn’t get the horse she wanted as a child? It is one time you wish you would not have kept quiet.
Did you and she meet recently for a rare lunch date with your cousin? Looked at pictures. Reminisced.
Did you wonder at how the years went by so fast, and hated to say your age out loud, as if you didn’t say it, it would not be so.
Did you look at her, not seeing the years, but just your kid sister, and hope she saw her older sister, but not too old.
Does she know how happy you are for her that a lot of her tough times are over. Does she know how much you love her?
Could she be your sister? Or, could she be mine.
Our mom’s favorite cake, Mexican Fruit Cake
you will need:
a 9x13 baking pan, greased
1 20 oz can crushed pineapple and juice
2 cups flour
1 cup sugar
2 eggs
½ cup chopped nuts
2 t baking soda
Stir all ingredients together. Bake at 350 for 35 minutes
Frosting
8 oz cream cheese, softened
2 cups powdered sugar
1 stick butter, melted
1 t vanilla
mix together and frost cake while still warm
Enjoy!