I have a sister. She lives in Temecula, and although we don’t see each other often, we talk almost every day. She is two years older than me, and is the only one in my family still in California. We grew up hating each other. She’s now my best friend.
It will forever haunt me that Chandler doesn’t have a sister. Sure, friends who are like sisters are great, but it’s not the same. She has her cousins and her soccer team (see picture above – her “sisters” :)), but there is something about a sister that is so special.
They understand you better than anyone. They are more critical and will hurt your feelings, too. But at the end of the day, I know there is no one else on the planet who is so much like me, in DNA and in experience.
So, my sister and I were talking on the phone today and she said something to me that I think I have really been needing to hear.
We all know that I have been struggling with the changes in Cha. I know I am being overly critical, but sometimes, I just can’t help it. Clint and everyone else on the planet have told me that I am too hard on her. I think the exact words are “up her ass.” And they are (probably) right. But I can’t stop. I don’t mean to find fault in everything she does, but I can’t help it. If I don’t check her attitude, who will?
I am divulging my plight to my and she says, “You know, I never get to see my kids like that. You get the privilege of seeing her in a social setting that most parents don’t get to see their kids in. I never get to see Jordan in her everyday world of school. Yet, you get to see Chandler interact with her friends and teammates everyday.”
It suddenly clicked. I need to lay off. I need to let her find her own way.
Of course, we all know I won’t, but at least I will think about it the next time I chew her out about something.
