Inspired by a Sad Bister

I am not a word-smith. I love words and enjoy immensely twisting them to suit my purposes but I am not a man who manages to manipulate emotion, eliciting a cathartic response through the chaotic collection of random thoughts I may write down. However I have been recently motivated by a prolific blogger who is very near and dear to me. For our purposes here today she has named herself "Sad Bister" and being one for spoonerisms myself I am choosing to use the initials of her self given name and then spoonerize them as she has done. She will be referred to in this blog for now as "BS". If you read her blog (http://astonmartinsandcatspit.blogspot.com/) and know me at all you will see that her moniker in this blog is at least somewhat fitting.

I love reading BS's postings. She has become an expert at vividly communicating her thoughts through the written word. Easily captivating and holding the interest of any reader from any socio-economic or geographic background. Providing a window not only into her personality (as anonymously as possible, I might add) but also into the ups and downs, rewards and drawbacks of living where she does.

As I read her blog entries I find myself searching for any reference BS may have made about me. You see, BS is the eldest sister and sibling in our family of four children and two Most Marvelous Parents and she has very eloquently written from her perspective what it was like to be the 'Guinee Pig" or the "proto-type" of the family. Of having to put up with the trial and error methods of being molded by parents who are parenting for the first time and succeeding in their efforts more by good luck than good management. As BS draws comparisons between the upbringing she encountered and the childhood I enjoyed as a result of her tireless efforts to go where no child of our Most Marvelous Parents had gone before, what I see shine through more than anything else is this: We were both loved deeply and without reservation.

In BS's efforts to villify me for reaping the rewards of being the youngest (something even she admits I had no control over!) and to somehow bestow herself with a Sainthood for blazing the trail for the remaining siblings, there is a sense of true and deep familial relationship and love that is found in the subtext and cannot be edited out. Any efforts to remove that subtext from her writing would be to render the words colorless and without meaning or purpose. While it is true that over the years our Most Marvelous Parents have learned and stretched and grown, evolving into what they are now, they have done so without morphing or compromising the essence of who they are or the amazing love and commitment they have to their God and their children.



Thank-you, Big Sister, for being the writer you are. Your words can and have moved me deeply.



Dv8ed Digger