Today is my birthday, and when my Mom called to wish me a Happy Birthday, she began to describe to me the details of the day I was born. She said it was a beautiful day, and because there were no visitors permitted after I was born, my Dad brought my two sisters to the hospital and they stood on the lawn outside my Mom's room. She came to the window with me in her arms, and she said that my sisters were jumping up and down.
Jumping up and down!
It got me thinking about Family again. Broken families, dysfunctional or otherwise. Good wholesome families too. I think no matter what family you have, I believe that at one time or another there must have been some good ol' jumping up and down.
Today I have been thinking of my sister again, and the fact that I haven't seen or heard from her for nearly two years now. If we saw each other on the street it would just be awkward now.
I have to wonder, why is it some people feel they don't belong in their own family? Why is it they feel misplaced or misunderstood? Putting it very simply, I think they just forgot the jumping up and down part.
She forgot. And I forgot too for awhile...
I wish I knew when she might remember.
We'd all jump up and down.
