We Raised You Both Exactly The Same!

Since writing my last post I couldn't get the rambling ideas for other topics to use to quit ... and the next day I promptly forgot them! 


Anyways, my outlook on life is going much better today.  I have seen the Hand of God used to bless my family this week, through various ways.  All of which I must admit that, Yes, God does really and truly care about where I am at today.  (an AHA moment!)



If God has used you, even in ways you may think are minute, be encouraged!


The one random topic that has been popping up in my mind lately is something my Mom use to say to me.  Now, I'm sure it's not something every Mother has said to her child... but hopefully you'll understand better once I'm done this post.


Most of you may have heard a parent at one time or another say, "Why can't you be more like your Brother/Sister?"  Well, Mom explained herself to me in this way:  "I don't know how you and your Sister can be so totally different.  After all, we raised you both exactly the same!"


Okay, you can stop snickering!  Yes, of course, I was the goody two shoes...


My Sister Tracy and I have discussed this at great length... and here are at least some of our arguments against what Mom was saying:

• First and foremost, my Sister (Tracy)... I only have one sibling, was adopted into our family when I was 7 years old and she was 1 month old.  
• We have since met her birth Mother, a lovely woman whom our families thoroughly enjoy being with... and we can see where Tracy gets her quirkiness from... okay, maybe I should say - her spunk.
• Tracy was able to meet her birth Father  a few years ago.  She found out this week that he has passed away.
• Tracy has found 3 other half siblings! 
• I lived with my parents from birth to when I was 12 years old, which is when our family moved to Kenya, East Africa for the first time and I went to Rift Valley Academy (RVA).  I then only saw my family every 3 months, for a month at a time.  After 1 year there we returned to the Yukon for 2 years, where I again lived at home, and then returned for my Senior year at RVA.  
• Tracy lived at RVA for Grades 4 through 12, with only a couple of years in between where she lived at home.

Although our Mom has passed away over 6 years ago now, it was always hard for her to deal with the knowledge that Tracy had made contact with her birth parents.  Mom (and Dad) I know she did not mean any harm or disrespect to either of you, and that she really needed to find her roots.


Anyways, now you know a bit about me and my Sis.  I love her dearly, and enjoy getting to know her more as we are adults... I was pretty mean as a big Sister... I think she's forgiven me now.


Tracy,  I'm sorry for your loss this week. I know you don't know how you are "suppose" to feel, but know that I love you, and pray God will help you through it all.