A Story From Childhood

Linking up with Blog Every Day in May again.  Today’s topic: A story from your childhood.

I was nine years old, and my sister Rachel was only a few months old.  I had waited for a sibling for as long as I could remember.  I was so happy to finally have a sister, but life had changed a lot for me.  I had been an only child for nine years, and suddenly I was sharing my parents for the first time.

Then I found the pregnancy test.

My mom had left it in the kitchen, on top of the microwave (I think about that now and wonder why the heck it was in the kitchen…).  I had never seen one before, but somehow I knew exactly what it was when I picked it up, the little plus sign looking up at me like in my math homework.

I marched over to my mom, and asked her what it was anyway.  When she confirmed her pregnancy, I only had one question.

“AGAIN?”

A few months later, this munchkin arrived.

It was defnitely not was I expected, and an interesting time for our family (especially a few years later when my youngest sister was born), but I’m really glad that test was positive.

I don’t tell her as often as I should, but she’s grown up into a pretty great sister.

I love you, Melanie.