My older niece turned 16 today.
I have one sibling – a sister, 8 years older than me, whom I love so much it could be construed as worship. She’s not perfect, don’t get me wrong, but I adore her. She has a lovely husband and two daughters.
As I’ve gotten older, my beloved older sister’s life path has served as a basis of comparison. I never measure up.
My older niece was born the summer after I graduated from high school. 16 years ago.
While I’m thrilled for her, and all the promise that life holds as a 16 year old – well, when teenage angst doesn’t get in the way – I wonder what she’ll be like in 5 years. 10 years. How college will go. If and when she’ll get married. General future-type things.
And then I think about her younger sister, and hope that she doesn’t live a life of comparison.