Sisters, 2.0

AnnBanks

Posted: Jan 7, 08 1:59pm

When my mother died less than a year after my father, I quit my job. Not my day job, the one I got paid for, but my long-time position as my sister’s designated life coach, lay therapist and pro bono social worker.

Our parents had cast us in these roles – me as the helper; my sister as the one to be helped. We had stuck with them. And were stuck in them. Never mind that they didn’t fit who we’d become. My sister had a successful life, personally and professionally. Still, she was the kid sister. She solicited advice; I gave it. If she had a problem, it became mine to solve. Any problems I had, I kept quiet about. When our father died, she called for midnight counseling sessions: in both our minds, her emotional turmoil trumped my own feelings.

But when our mother died, that changed. It was clear to me (finally) that we were both equally orphaned. Overnight I shut down my advice shop and phone therapy practice, a decision I announced with no small amount of rancor.

It is to my sister’s credit that we have since put our relationship on a new, more equal footing. She was willing to weather my pent-up resentment, and to insist during any number of touchy discussions that we could establish a different kind of connection.

A year after our mother’s death she invited me to join her on a road trip across Alabama to visit a great aunt neither of us had seen in years. I hesitated, fearing that we’d slip into our old patterns: her talking, me listening, occasionally proposing a solution to a sticky problem. I expressed this worry, and that was another touchy conversation. But in the end, I went.

We had a fabulous time. Our great aunt Mildred, Alabama teacher of the year for 1967, introduced us to everyone she knew in Walker County, and she knew everyone. (I was “my niece Ann Banks from New York City!”) We visited a family graveyard we hadn’t known existed, and toured a hydroelectric plant. Mildred made sure we sampled white barbeque sauce, a northern Alabama specialty, and also the local sorghum molasses; when the time came to leave, there was a bottle of each for each of us. But more than unusual condiments came out of that trip. My sister and I were back—the same, but also different. In a good way.

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Posted: Jan 8, 08 6:34pm

When my mother died less than a year after my father, I quit my job. Not my day job, the one I got paid for, but my long...

Great story about transition,Ann. I can relate,as I have a younger sister, and have been through just exactly this. It feels good doesn't it...a relief. Lida

Posted: Jan 9, 08 9:57am

Great story about transition,Ann. I can relate,as I have a younger sister, and have been through just exactly this. It...

A big relief, Lida. My sister and I had a conversation just last week that put to rest the last remaining touchy issue. We agreed that there would be no more passing references to who got the family silver or the Christmas angels or the copper kettles or anything else. That subject was closed forever.

Posted: Jan 9, 08 10:10am

When my mother died less than a year after my father, I quit my job. Not my day job, the one I got paid for, but my long...

Ann, I am the middle of three orphaned (but not as youngsters) sisters. I've emailed this post to both of them. We do have our roles to play and each of us seems to buy in. Recently, however, my elder sister and I did put an end (mostly) to the caretaking we were doing of the youngest. We lent her money to start a business as it was money we inherited from our folks and we knew they would have given it to her. We put some legal and business conditions on the loan which our folks would never have done. This brought up all sorts of things, but has really put our relationship on a more mature and adult level. BTW, her business is doing quite well and my older sister and I may actually make some money on this investment which is something we never expected. We like to believe that by forcing the issue we helped her become more of a grown up. I'm not sure we can take such credit, but it does help us.

Thanks for this lovely post.

-D2-
-D2-

Posted: Jan 10, 08 7:58am

When my mother died less than a year after my father, I quit my job. Not my day job, the one I got paid for, but my long...

Very Nice Ann,

Not sure I will ever get to this point with my own sister. 5 year difference might as well be 50. Nothing in common and when Mum dies doubt we would even stay in much touch. if i did not pick up the phone each time we would have no contact now.

It's like we were two only children cut from different molds and moved in different circles.

I mean I guess we love each other because we're supposed to but there is not much like in this sibling relationship, mostly terstiness.I'd love to hear from you ladies how this happens.

Posted: Jan 10, 08 8:12am

When my mother died less than a year after my father, I quit my job. Not my day job, the one I got paid for, but my long...

What a great ending to a story that could have gone the other way--congratulations!

My own story with my siblings did not turn out so well. When we cannot "fix" our real family, it helps to create a new support system of close friends and people who can fill that role in our lives and us in theirs--a network created in such a way can be our new family.

Families can be a source of our greatest happiness as well as our biggest heartaches.

Posted: Jan 10, 08 7:45pm

What a great ending to a story that could have gone the other way--congratulations!

My own story with my siblings did n...

Family circumstances sure do evolve as we age. I left Wisconsin when I turned 18. Put my stereo and my 2 pair of jeans in my '67 Olds Cutlass, and drove a 1000 miles away. Never asked anyone for a dime. Since then, I've always lived over 1000 miles away. My youngest brother was 12 when I left, I taught him to read a little, loved him so much. Used to put him in my arms, and roll down a hill with him, protecting him with my elbows as he laughed "do it again allen" Went back for a visit last month.....my brother has 2 darling girls that I got to spend some quiet time reading....

had a great time.

TB

Posted: Jan 11, 08 8:03am

Very Nice Ann,

Not sure I will ever get to this point with my own sister. 5 year difference might as well be 50. Noth...

D2, you said it yourself...."nothing in common". The sibling connection can be strange because somehow we don't give the other one room to grow out of the original realtionship. Or , we resist our own growth in relation to theirs. Lida