I have just watched "Father of the Bride 2", and it got me thinking. My eldest sister was expecting my niece and friend Lea, at the same time that my Mum was expecting me. Most peculiar I know, but it is an amazing dynamic and has always been lovely. Lea is just 10 weeks younger than me. I wish now, that I'd asked my Mum, what that felt like.
I can't imagine being a Mum to a 22 year old, expecting my first Grandchild and to be also expecting my own and last baby girl.... moi.
How on earth could you comprehend and process that equation?
My family is not without fault, but whose is? I would not swap my set up, for anyone else's. I love that I have four, older sisters, I know what 's coming because my Mum was the youngest of five girls and the last surviving of the five. Not that I expect to outlive mine, with my blood pressure, but there is a chance.
I told my cousin what I'd been thinking, about Mum and how she had coped. I wondered what it was like when I arrived. 'You're Mum strolled in with you, wearing a fur stole and 3" heels!' Don't judge the fur thing, it was totally OK in those days. My Mum sounded awesome.
I wonder how much of this was bravado and how much was just the fact that she was born amazing.
My Mum was faced with major disapproval regarding my arrival. I know for a fact that one of my sister's and my three remaining aunts, were all horrified that I was on my way, my Mum's favourite sister died six months before I was born, (my Cousin's Mum,) I would love to have known what would have made of me, but I'll never know.
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