I've had some hectic days lately. After attending the Georgia Romance Writers' conference, Moonlight and Magnolias, I spent three days with my sister, who lives in the Atlanta area. At the M&Ms, I presented two workshops. At my sister's house, I ate and slept and watched my Cardinals baseball team on TV (Y'all knew I was going to mention them, right?) and talked with my niece and nephew and my sister. I played with her grandchildren, and I walked with the new baby until he fell asleep in my arms. Is there anything more precious than a sleeping baby? (Except of course for my two kids, although they've long ago left the newborn stage behind.) Even after my niece rounded up her children and went home and I changed into my pajamas, I could still smell that newborn baby scent on my skin. What a lovely way to fall asleep.
NOTE--I did not have to stay up with him all night, or change his diaper, or soothe his tummy ache, or any of the myriad chores a new parent has to do. Trust me, I have not forgotten how tiring that is, and in no way am I wishing I was going through that again! But I love being an aunt, who hands the baby back when he cries. lol
When my sister and I were younger, we shared a bedroom for many years. I wore her hand-me-downs. We had sort of matching dresses (she had blue velvet and I had red velvet for Christmas, but they were the same style. The next year, I wore the blue velvet.) We bickered, we played together, we endured the same upbringing, we went to the same schools. There's so much about me I don't have to explain to her because she experienced it also. Our father passed away when we were young, and our lives changed. As the youngest, I had some of her teachers, and I had the "legacy" of all my siblings to live up to -- or to live down, lol. [waving to a certain sibling!]
This past week, I started out wearing my writer hat, presenting workshops, meeting other writers who I hope become new friends, and promoting my work. Then I was simply myself, enjoying my far-away family. I thoroughly enjoyed both ends of my vacation, and now I'm more than ready to be home.
I hope this post makes y'all think of the happy moments of childhood.
Megan
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Sounds like you had a wonderful time visiting with your sister. When I was growing up - my sister and I shared a bedroom until I was 13 and she was 11...we shared some great times...
When our kids were 7 and 5 we took them backpacking through Europe for eight weeks. We had such fun.
Megan,
Your post made me want a sister. I grew up with three brothers. Not the same thing, but we're still close today.
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