What if my siblings had never existed? Would I even be here?
What if I had never met Phineas? Would I still have the appreciation I now have of other’s differences?
If John Mark had never given me the ability to be a little mommy, would I want to have my own children now?
If Birdie had never been born into this world, would I realize the joy of being an older sister and role model for confidence in femininity? Would I realize that, yes, if the day should ever come, I CAN raise my own little girl?
If Jack had never walked the earth, would I still have the joy I have these days, my love of laughing over the silly things in life, my sense of humor? Would I play as many games?
If Mathaus were never alive, would I be as open as I am now? Would I understand the depths of friendship? Would I still love movies?
If Simon had never come into this life, would I love little boys so much as to want a dozen of my own? Would I have realized the utter joy of pouring into a little person’s life?
If Jude had never come, would I have such a desire to work with pregnant mommas? Would I see what a miracle birth is?
If Babita had never walked into my world, would I know that there was a bigger world out there? Would I have learned that laws don’t make families?
All of our siblings give us something of themselves. Whether they mean it or not, they mold us, shape us, into who we are. And that, ultimately, is the gift of family.
Love this. 🙂