Tale of Two Sisters

I spent last weekend with my family. All the brothers and sisters planned mom's party, and we pulled it off pretty good. Granted she was not surprised, and that was my fault for thinking that she would not recognize my name or telephone number in the book, but that is another story, and I have to say that she is a good actress but that is also another story.

This is about me and my sister.
It is amazing how siblings can be born into the same family and still be so different.
Like Opposites, black and white, hot and cold, good and bad.
I know that birth order, personalities, talents, likes and dislikes all play into this phenomenon, but sometimes the reality of it is downright funny.

Martha and Mary kept coming to my mind as we talked that morning. One is a Martha, and one is Mary.
I will leave it to you to decide which is which.

We had set up a breakfast on Friday morning to surprise mom with the arrival of the out of town family members. Dianne called me early and the conversation went something like this.

"Hi are you up?", asked Dianne.

"Yea", I said. Especially since we are meeting in about half an hour I thought to myself. Were else would I be?
"I didn't sleep good, but I'm up," I said. "I had cramps in my legs last night."

" Hmm. This is like Christmas morning. I'm so excited I had trouble sleeping myself."

Thoughts of past Christmases went through my mind, the excitement,and anticipation.That must be what she means. I wonder why I'm not feeling that way I thought. Maybe it is the 121 cupcakes I need to get frosted or the balloons that need ordering. Could be the 4 pies that still need cooking, or the cakes that are in need of frosting.

"Kristi is excited also," said Dianne.
"Hm, good," I responded.

I need to pick up some of that enthusiasm I thought.

" I guess that my diet will have to go by the wayside this weekend,"said Dianne.
"Yea, I got on the scale this morning, first time in weeks, I'm up a couple of pounds, and I have been working out," I said.

"Well, that is your answer you are building muscle, " said Dianne.

I chuckled to myself. I have never had muscle weight in my life, but I had to admit I liked her idea.
And why not I had been riding the bike 3 times a week.Well... that was the goal. Sometimes its only once a week.
BUT...
I decided right then and there to go with her conclusion, at least until after the party, I wanted a big piece of the pumpkin birthday cake that I had ordered. That way I could eat it with out guilt.

"Mom and I picked out her outfit last night.She didn't even know what we were doing, but she needs to look good,after all she is 80 years old, and she is the queen of this party. We picked jewelery and everything.
She has this great watch that will match the crown I bought her. It doesn't work, but I told her it doesn't matter. You don't wear it to tell the time." said Dianne.

Its like eating ice cream for desert, it doesn't matter if you are hungry, all that matters is that it is ice cream time."
Dianne laughed. "You know what I mean, right?"

It was that remark.That one did it. She must be crazy. We are just so different I thought to myself. I love watches, but they are purely functional for me. I wear one to bed. One of those indigo ones with the lite. It is important to know what time it is, and I hate to be late. Not sure how that fits night time wear, but I am always prepared. And the ice cream thing.....whaterver......

Looking at my watch I laughed, " Right, gotta go, I will be late picking up Tom and Kristi, " I responded.

"Oh, yea right, I hadn't realized the time," Di said.

There was a day that I would have thought:
Dianne is so out of it. What is her deal? Who cares what mom wears, and it does matter that the watch is not running.
How can one person be so wrong, and one be so right?

But I'm realizing these thoughts are wrong. Our differences just mean we are unique.. One of us doesn't have to be right making one of us wrong.
We can learn from one another,and who knows I might enjoy life more if I would lighten up.

To quote the Veggie Tale Story that I was reading to Toby this morning,

"I'm Larry the cucumber, and I'm here to say,
That God made me special in his own special way!
And you"re special, too...it's the news of the day!

We're special cause that's how God made us...it's true!
There's no one exactly like me or like you!

God made me special by making me green, without any hips,
I'm tall and I'm lean!
God made us all special. It's part of his job."

Wouldn't it be nice if we could all treat one another that way?

What is important is that we are sisters, and we can be friends. accepting one another will allow us to enjoy one another.

Now, I will leave it to you to decide whether a watch is for telling time, or for matching our jewels.
And if you are wondering, We did surprise mom at breakfast that morning, and we DID get the cupcakes frosted ,and Kristi decorated them beautifully. The pies got baked and the balloons got ordered. We pulled it off and it was fun