By: Emily Thompson
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For various reasons, my sister, Anna, and I have drifted apart over the years. The mix of childhood rivalry, misunderstandings, and sheer stubbornness has created a rift that’s difficult to bridge. During a recent family emergency, I reached out to her, only to be met with a harsh ultimatum: call again, and she’d block my number. While Anna has maintained a friendship with my husband, liking his posts on social media, our interaction has been limited to the occasional like on pictures of our three boys.
The last time Anna saw my eldest, he was just an infant. She made the trip to visit us when he was four months old, and we truly appreciated the effort. However, since then, she hasn’t seen our middle or youngest children, nor has she acknowledged any birthdays or holidays. Our absence from her wedding seemed to cement our estrangement.
I genuinely wish Anna would engage with my kids. Even if she harbors resentment towards me, it would mean the world if she reached out to them — made that phone call, remembered their milestones, or sent them a quirky toy on Christmas.
In contrast, their other aunts, Sarah and Julia, play an active role in their lives. These aunts never forget a birthday or holiday, showering the kids with gifts and warm hugs when we visit. I can tell my children stories about my upbringing, but without someone else to corroborate those tales, it feels incomplete. They have no voice but my mother’s to paint a picture of my childhood. A balanced view, the good and the bad, would be a gift to my children.
Anna, the only childless aunt in our family, could be that fun, eccentric figure. I remember when my first child was born, she gifted us some hilariously inappropriate baby clothes. She could be the one to bring them quirky toys and new experiences like moon sand or Bunchems. More importantly, she could serve as a role model, showcasing the beautiful aspect of love and acceptance in a same-sex relationship.
We could visit her in her vibrant city, a hub of diversity and fun. Experiencing the local history, searching for seals, and indulging in ice cream would create lasting memories for my kids. They’d adore her for all the adventures she could offer.
My children idolize police officers, and Anna, with her stories from the force, could share unique insights about her job. They’d be thrilled to learn that their aunt is a police officer and might be even more excited to see her patrol car.
Anna loves Legos, just like my kids do. Picture them playing together, building worlds with those colorful bricks. It would be an immediate connection, a moment of joy that my children would cherish. I often hear my eldest mention Anna, recalling a time he mistakenly thought she babysat him. It breaks my heart to see how my past conflicts overshadow their relationship.
Fortunately, Anna seems to tolerate my husband, which gives me hope for a future where she might reconnect with us. He believes they would get along famously if we weren’t related. If only she could see the joy she could bring to my children’s lives, perhaps they wouldn’t question why we spend time with their father’s family but not mine.
I long for the day when Anna might reach out again, share stories from our childhood, and give my kids a vital link to our family history. They need that connection. More than anything, they need her.
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