A Few Days of Gratitude: Sheryl Mae

My sister will probably cry when she reads this.  But, I think she’s used to tears when it comes to me.

Once upon a time, there was a little girl who wanted a little brother or sister with all her heart.  She wanted something of her very own to love and take care of, to hold and teach, to protect.  Soon, she got a little sister, and the girl was thrilled.  After a time, however, the baby sister started to get contrary and moody.  The little girl didn’t care for that.  The baby sister stopped listening to the little girl’s instructions and squirmed out of her arms.  The little girl did not like that at all.  And because she was growing into a teenager, she decided she really didn’t want a baby sister after all.

But a heart-wish like the girl’s doesn’t go away that easily.  The ribbons of love and protection that had grown around her baby sister stayed strong and rainbow-bright.  She pretended not to care.  She tried to be mean.  But she couldn’t keep it up for long.  For that wasn’t the girl’s nature.

Time and distance separated the sisters, but the ribbons never broke.  When the baby sister was in danger, the girl knew it.  When the baby sister needed help, the girl provided it.

Soon, she discovered her old heart-wish was still alive in her.  All the wishes and hopes she once dreamed for her little charge, all the love and care she once gave, lived in her.  They spooled out in silks and satins of ribbons.

When the younger sister fell into mortal danger, the girl rushed to save her without a second thought.  Some parts of her little sister couldn’t be saved, and that was almost more than the girl could bear.  But, she gathered up the pieces and carried them home.  She called on everyone she could think of to come help patch her sister together, giving them tasks and keeping them busy so as not to despair.

Round and round she wove her bright ribbons until the pieces of her sister knitted together.  Round and round they twined, binding all the helpers together.

When the little sister blinked and opened her eyes, all she saw was the rainbow, and all she felt was the cocoon.  It was familiar.  It was right.

It was her sister.

15 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Penny
    Nov 20, 2012 @ 12:10:46

    This is beautiful, my friend.


  2. Sheryl Mae
    Nov 20, 2012 @ 12:23:39

    I love you, sissy.


  3. Cat
    Nov 20, 2012 @ 12:27:49

    Beautiful words FROM a beautiful person TO a beautiful person!!


  4. Moss Piglet
    Nov 20, 2012 @ 14:20:58

    I’m scared of my little sister…they call her The Dood and Chimp Woman…but I do love her too, and time & distance can not break that bond. But I feel safer sending TEXT for now…love you wee potato, even if you did eat flies & leave their wings x


  5. littlesundog
    Nov 21, 2012 @ 11:13:43

    The bright ribbons and the cocoon… what a wonderful security your sister created for you! Patching and mending is what we do for each other. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if everyone felt that way about those who need love? Lovely post, dear friend!


  6. Karen Roessler
    Nov 22, 2012 @ 15:33:17

    What a gift to one beautiful sister from another.
    Reading this makes me want to drive straight to my sister Cheryl’s home and catch her up in a huge hug. She means the world to me – there is something mystical about the sisterly bond…………..


  7. DeeDee
    Nov 26, 2012 @ 05:30:16

    How lovely! A great read for first thing on a Monday morning. 🙂


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