My sister, Darice, moved down the street. Now, her 11 year old daughter goes to school with David, while her 7 year old daughter goes to school with Phillise. We have an arrangement. Phillip or I drop all the kids off in the morning while Darice picks them up in the evening. Well, a couple times Darice was unable to pick them up, so the responsibility of dropping off and picking up the kids reverted back to us. To top it off, my 7 year old niece (who’s a little precocious) had to stay home from school one day. The next day I took her to the doctor since my sister didn’t get off work until later. Not only that, I wanted my 11 year old niece to stay, not my 7 year old niece. However, my sister wanted some rest, so I let her stay, but was pretty p.o.’d about it
Well, on top of all that, she got into a car accident yesterday. She was rear-ended while getting off the freeway. The man wasn’t paying attention. When she came over after work, once I saw her car, I started tearing up. I gave her a hug. She didn’t know what to do. She was in a state of shock. I told her that I’d pick up the kids for her; that she just needed to go home and rest. Things have been going so badly for her right now. It’s very fortunate that I can help.
I was bitter, thinking that this arrangement was not working. I was starting to feel put upon. I was starting to resent my sister. But, I started thinking on my way home. I’m looking at this the wrong way. I shouldn’t be resenting my sister. I should be glad that I am in a position to help her right now. You see, my sister is just like me. She does not ask for help. She’s a single mom and has been for a couple of years. She does everything all by herself. I actually admire her. Until I stopped to think about everything, I didn’t realize that my sister needed help. Now, I do. I will do what I can for her because she’s not heavy, she’s my sister!