Tuesday, November 6, 2012

do. you. (fearlessly)

"Then I asked mom how old I have to be to start dating (just out of curiosity) and she said that it's a matter of maturity, so maturity here I come!"
--Incorrigible Teen Sister 
(She's a solution-finder, that one.)

"What was wonderful about childhood is that anything in it was a wonder. It was not merely a world full of miracles; it was a miraculous world."--GKC

One of the marvelous things about growing up in a large family is having little siblings who always remind you of an age you used to be.

Do you remember what it was like being 10? I do. I distinctly remember having cakes in the shape of kissing fish for my 10th birthday.
I was a truly remarkable child.

The baby of the family just turned ten. Ten, my friends. He's seen a whole decade of the world pass by. That boggles my mind. We forget how long a decade is. Especially to those of us who have only completed two of them. When I think of how much growing and learning I do over the course of a week, the idea of ten years of growth eludes my imagination.

I watch my willowy young twelve-year-old sister and marvel at how different we are. We are so incredibly opposite in so many ways, and yet sometimes I look at her and I see myself reflected back at me. I remember the feeling of being twelve and knowing everything, and wondering how much more growing one could possibly do? I knew everything when I was twelve, and I was fairly certain that at age fifteen I would be a complete adult and probably would reach the dizzying, Mount-Everest-scale heights of maturity. The confidence of a twelve-year-old is unparalleled.

It's incredible to be able to look at my sister and be reminded of the untempered romanticism and the surety I had in the way I saw the world at the age of twelve.

My fourteen-year-old sister (a freshman. in highschool. Seriously. How is this happening?) is constantly surprising me with her depth, beauty, and her utter uinqueness. Her irresistable charm is due to the fact that no one else in the world is quite like her.
She's a sensitive little goofball: a complete package of wonderful.

And I don't see myself in her at all.
But we both have dreams that are miles high, we both long for sophistication and glamour but all we really want is to be cherished with words of love from the people we love.

There comes that magic moment when you come back from a semester, or you call home and end up having a thirty minute conversation with a younger brother, or you have a heart-to-heart with a younger sister where you're both sharing your souls, and in that moment, you realize that that little sibling of yours has grown up.
Those rare, beautiful moments in which you find that a younger sibling has become an equal are moments to live for.
Those are moments when your siblings become friends.

It's highly miraculous.
And it leaves me in a continual state of awe.

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