It’s been a while since my littler sister, Gigi, has made an appearance on the blog for various reasons. We’ve either hung out in moments when I personally didn’t feel like taking pictures or in moments when she has vocalized that she didn’t want her photo taken… And as the big sister, I feel an obligation to respect her wishes because even at the age of 6 I want her to know that her thoughts and opinions count.
But we lucked out this past weekend when she came over for a sleepover in that she and I were both in a picture taking mood. After a weekend filled with plenty of activities to keep her busy, I found some time to set up the tripod and gave Gigi the remote. Once she figured out how everything worked, there was no stopping her haha.
An interesting fact about our weekends together:
Whenever we’re out and about, most people assume Gigi is my daughter. It’s even worse when Charles is with us because she really does look like a kid we would give birth to based on our exterior appearances.
Most of the time when someone refers to me as her mom, I’ll correct them. But sometimes I just let people assume what they want because what they think doesn’t matter to me. I know my/our truth.
I’m 28. She’s 6. There’s a 22 year age gap between us and a story about how she came to be would provide the perfect backstory for a soap opera but its not my story to tell and at the end of the day, it doesn’t matter.
I’m black, white and Cambodian. She’s black, white and Dominican. At the end of the day, that doesn’t matter either.
We share the same father and have different moms… And that difference in maternity especially. doesn’t. matter. at. all.
What matters is that we’re sisters, we love each other and our relationship is independent of the circumstances that brought us together.
What matters is that now… If or when I don’t correct a person who refers to me as Gigi’s mom, she has no issue giving them the side eye and telling them, “That’s not my mom. That’s my seeeester!” like the proud sister cub she is.
That’s what matters most to me. That she owns our sister-ship and claims me just as much as I do her.
On another note, I just realized that when she’s 22, I’ll be 44… Holy crap. O_O