Knockdown, drag-out fight in Costco…Today, I appreciate my family!

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We had just walked into Costco, flashing our membership cards and happy about our adventure together…

Yep.  My sister and I had no children and a large factory store in front of us.  Giddiness was bubbling up inside our carefree souls!

Costco to adults is like a toy store to children.  Except better.  Because it also gives out free samples of food!

Of course we saw Tina when we walked in, “Hello, Tina!”  Small chatter, chatter, chatter.  Tina’s one of the leaders of our Bible study that we attend.  Boy, we were off to a great start.

Sisters.  Together.  Costco.  Seeing Tina.  No kids.  Free samples of food awaiting a breastfeeding momma (in case you didn’t know, breastfeeding mommas are always hungry!).

We had our carts and our spirits of adventure.  Off we went…

Clothes.  First stop.  Look at all of those clothes!  And the prices, “Oh my!”  I felt like Dorothy on the yellow brick road.

Piling the carts with unneeded clothes was easy…and then maneuvering part two began.

Fresh fruits and veggies.  Yep.  Freezing cold.  Run in, grab produce, run out!

Oh, can we stop by the diaper aisle?  Cart’s getting full now—I have my Costco-sized box of diapers that will basically barely last a day (I can’t imagine how my mom raised 3 under 3 with cloth diapers…she must of spent her days dumping diapers and washing them to only dump and wash again).  Oh, and don’t forget the Costco-sized box of baby wipes.  All at bargain prices.

Wee…This really was fun!

Then it happened.  We entered the water aisle.

I bet you never thought the water aisle was so dark, eh?!

And then she happened.  That’s right.  My sister.  My OLDER sister.

She told me what to do.

Whoa there.  Hold back.  Stop the horses, missy!  Did you just tell me what to do?  You do realize that I am a 36-year-old mother of two with a husband.  And I have been living in a foreign country for 12 years.  Yes…you do realize that is me, right?!  The person that you feel you need to direct and “boss” around!

Uh-oh…Because then it REALLY happened.  She started to cry.  Not just a small tear.  Nose blowing, loud, sobbing, tears.  And she is a tall redhead, which means, you can’t miss her!

Shoppers were running out of our aisle, trying to get out of the way!

I took one look at my sister and realized that I had really done it.  Flew off the handle.

Sisters!  One older…One younger…Both in the water aisle of Costco.  Fighting.  And neither of us are quiet…

One offended and huffy.  The other offended and crying.

And then it hit me.

My sister is my sister, and forever my sister she will be.  Just because we are now grown doesn’t mean that she stopped being my older sister.

When we were younger, I would walk in the house after school and she would say, “Unload the dishwasher!”

And I stubbornly would retort, “You are not my mom!”

But, you see, that’s the precious thing about siblings.  There is a pecking order.  And there is an order of responsibility and care.  I see it every day in my home with my own children, Adelyne and Maxwell…

Adelyne is the oldest.  And a lot of responsibility is heaped onto her shoulders. But the precious thing is, she doesn’t seem to mind.  She gladly watches over and takes care of her brother.   And she always seems to do it with such joy.  Why?  Probably because Maxwell is her brother.  Her little brother.  She is proudly his big sister.  Just like Darby is mine…My big sister!

That day, in the water aisle of Costco, watching my sister cry, I realized one thing.

My sister didn’t boss me around to be bossy.  She bossed me around because she had my best intentions at heart.

Thinking about it now, in hindsight, telling me to “unload the dishwasher” wasn’t such a bad command either.  Part 1:  It helped my mom not have to do it when she got home (we were all assigned chores, dishwasher must have been mine).  Part 2:  If I got my chores done and out of the way, I actually had the rest of the afternoon to play.

And no matter how old we grow, how many children we have, how many years of marriage we have under our belt, how many countries we live in.  No matter what, she will always be Darby, my older sister.  She will always be looking out for me, caring for me, making suggestions that she thinks will benefit me.

Not only will she forever be my friend…but forever my older sister she will be.

And I can either learn to huff when she makes a suggestion.  Or I can learn to pause and think…

After all, she has been taking care of me my entire life.  Why should she stop now?

Yep…A snotty, loud fight in Costco brought me to reality.  And that reality is this:  family is forever.  And that’s a blessing.

Even the pecking order.  Just ask my younger brother, Casey!

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2 thoughts on “Knockdown, drag-out fight in Costco…Today, I appreciate my family!

  1. Hahaha, I about lost it with Emily a few weeks ago. Jt and I drove in from Wisconsin and she was telling me that I need to be sure to not drive anywhere else that day so my body could adjust… yaddayaddayadda… “Uh-huh, yep, will do, thanks for taking care of the kids, I’m really tired, nice seeing you!” Sisters… Only thing is, she had the pecking order upside down. HA

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