At five years old I looked forward to a day with my grandparents and aunt. Generally I wasn't watching out the window for my parent's car to return or the phone to ring yet on one September day...I did. As I played upstairs, ran (made up) errands for my aunt or did odd jobs for my Gram the anticipation built. I was going to be a sister. Mom and Dad were at the hospital..."When will Dad call? Is it a boy or girl? What will they name it? Is it, still an it? When? Why? How?" I'm sure it was the neverending questions that kept the odd jobs and errands coming - as an adult now, I'm sure they were thinking, "Isn't she tired yet?" :)
I was upstairs when the phone rang doing who knows what but I remember my Aunt Nancy yelling up the stairs and barrelling down them as the phone was ringing. I practically fell down the stairs as I opened the door at the bottom I heard my aunt say while laughing, "I think she heard it." She turned and said "You have a sister!" Yipee!
I shouted it and ran to tell Gram (who was already on the other end of the phone, I'm sure) but she acted surprised and danced in celebration with me.
There were days I asked mom to take her back but I know that is normal ~ she required a lot of attention I was used to receiving. Did you know they go to the bathroom in a diaper? I guess she was suppose to come out walking, talking, potty trained and ready to play. Bummer...those days came and I'll be sharing some of those memories with you and you can watch Heidi grow up before your eyes.
I asked my parents permission before starting this series or using any of the photos. Today's photograph comes from an album I put together for my parents as my high school graduation gift to them, as a thank you for all they had done. The photographs for the remainder of the series come from an album Heidi made for me when I married my husband. I will share some of her words along with a photo diary of our childhood together.
She might be a New York statistic today but from 1975 to 4/3/94...she was a living, breathing and precious part of our family.
Lisa M Buske
P.O. Box 323