Can You Come over to My House and Play?

My big sister flew out and visited here for a couple of days last week. It was heavenly. Besides that I just get a big ol’ kick out of her company at any time, there are a number of reasons that time spent with her is a great treasure.


An early appearance of one of the most frightening of biker gangs ever to terrorize Ryan Street . . .

One, of course, is that having known her my entire life, I can happily be myself without any fear of shocking her. I can (and do) even revert to my most immature self and she never skips a beat but joins me at whatever level of silliness most promotes our laughing until our eyes turn into faucets and we choke on our drinks from our big snorting guffaws. I can, in the safety of my own kitchen, drink a few more of those drinks than I would do on my own, and be just as ridiculous as that makes me be. No repercussions. Well, she might tell Mom when she gets home. But it’s usually the duty of the younger sister to be the tattle-tale, right? So I should be safe for now.

When I get to be with my sister I can catch up on all that’s happening in her life, something that is not even remotely the same over the phone because it lacks the drama of the whole pantomime portion, not to mention all of my interruptions to ask what X or Q player in the story is currently doing. We can rant shamelessly about the current state of the world and everyone and everything that we know in it, and know that the Top Secret information and occasional swear-slippages need never leave the room. I can tell her my own life’s updates and make them seem as glamorous or pusillanimous as I wish, knowing that she will listen to it all with whatever sisterly sympathy or elder-sibling disgust is requisite in the event, just to help me sort out what’s believable and what’s merely my imagining.

I take it as not only excuse and permission but a virtual requirement that I eat any and all of the junky but deliriously tasty things I would normally consider inappropriate for regular dining, starting with chips and a big bowl of ice cream for lunch and not budging impressively far from that sort of menu for the duration. Now, granted, if the visit exceeds a week, I might be better behaved, but (a) this was a short visit (so there!) and (b) I probably wouldn’t be better behaved (so there!). Guess it’s just as well she didn’t test me on this. But it was a danged delicious few days, even if my body may take a while to recover.

And it’s certainly amazing how much my spirits recover from any time lost between visits, when I get just this one little dose of sisterly vitamins. Having three such stupendous sisters is probably an unfair advantage of mine, but I am not in the least apologizing for it. You have to admit, if it’s a selfish trait on my part to revel in such wealth, at least it’s one of the least of my offenses. She said, grinning just a little devilishly.


Equal-opportunity educator and sharer, my sister started early with the indoctrination of her three younger sisters (and our many cousins, like Mark with us here) in what a jaw-droppingly amazing world it is and all of the excitement we could find in it, even if we had to manufacture the excitement ourselves . . .

32 thoughts on “Can You Come over to My House and Play?

  1. You’re adorable Kathryn!
    I’ve never felt much of an attachment to my other brother and have always wanted a younger brother instead. But I suppose with all these events that come by – someday I’ll be happy to catch up with family like you have.
    Love the love in this post. Hope you’re doing well, dear. ❀

    • Thanks, ‘Nessa, doing quite well. You too, I hope!! ❀
      I've been very fortunate to have good friends and lots of love with my sisters all along, but that doesn't mean we never drove each other bananas or wanted to kick each other in the pants many a time along the way. πŸ˜‰ What I've found for us is that that only brings a richer sense of pleasure in the commonalities and friendship we *do* share, knowing that there's plenty of reason it could always have gone another direction. Maybe it's just that accepting the flaws makes us more tolerably 'normal' to each other and not unattainably different. πŸ™‚

  2. This was such a sweet and honest post. I wish me and my sisters would grow up to together by heart, just like when we were young. “sisterly vitamins” aww I love the term! I have four other siblings and we are all girls, my sisters are my source of strength and inspiration. Thanks for sharing this dear!

    • Siblings can be such a special blessing, I think, when they have the opportunity and patience to be together willingly. I hope you get plenty of chances over the years for quality sister-time even though I think you live pretty far apart and probably have very different lives, like my three sisters and I do. Hurray for the sisterhood of all of us women!

  3. This was a wonderful post! I have 11 older siblings, 9 of which are sisters so I loved that bit about elder-sibling disgust and sisterly sympathy! Visits are wonderful and I am happy for you that you had a wonderful time!

  4. Wonderful post, Kathryn, although it’s a shame that we cannot hear your Sister’s view of the visit. I’m sure she’d be every bit as laudatory of your time together, showering you with at least as much praise as you have sent her way. Well, then again, you may have a leg up on her. You did, after all, use the word “pusillanimous.” She’ll have to go some to top that one. πŸ™‚

    • Trust me, if anyone can get us to understand the full depth of the word Pusillanimous, it would be an elder sibling! πŸ˜‰ But mine treats me pretty darn nicely, in real life. πŸ™‚

    • Ah, the greener grass. If it’s any consolation, you didn’t have an older or younger sibling to drive you crazy, which if you ask any of my 3 sisters I was and am perfectly capable of doing just as much as loving them! πŸ˜‰ My big sister at least got to be an ‘only’ for 2 years before I showed up and blew that status for her. πŸ˜‰

  5. I can hear the laughter and the love when you write about your family; it simply shines through…
    Thanks for bringing us into it.
    (Careful – snorting wine out through your nose is more painful than milk!)

  6. And I was just on the phone with my big sister last night and we had a raucous trip down memory lane where I confessed to something I did as a child and she said she was going to tell on me! We both lost it at that point! LOL Aren’t siblings grand πŸ™‚

    • You must be looking forward immensely to her return! I do know how long-distance makes us miss them–two of mine are in Washington, I’m in Texas, and our fourth is in Norway–but I can at least say that it makes the rare times we do have together all the more treasured. πŸ™‚

  7. This is endearing and please do revel in this wealth! I have 2 older sisters, we’re all close and I, too, revel in the time we have together, which isn’t as often as I’d like…adorable photos, too! xo

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