But as we've grown, we have become exactly what our parents said we would be. Best friends. And perhaps we needed to beat-the-holy-snot out of each other in order to prove our loyalty to one another. I once wrote: "Colleen, thanks for being my partner in crime, my daydreaming co-pilot, my mothering mentor, my morning coffee-on-the-phone-date, my Wonder Twin superpower sidekick, my sister, my best friend." Our parents were right, and thank goodness they were.
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We've been side-by-side through all of life's loads. There's been thyroid surgery, appendectomies, infertility, Down syndrome, baby boys and neck surgery. And through it all, we've held each other up and moved through some pretty tough challenges surprisingly well.
I know as women and as mothers, we all wear a number of hats and carry loads of luggage on any given day. And it's not a competition between us women to see who might have the heaviest load. But, I'd say that Colleen has met her quota for weight-bearing loads this past year. As her sister, I know that Colleen is now feeling it; the motherload of all loads. Although she remains one tough mama, and doesn't wallow in woefulness for long, I know that she's tired of battling and getting the wind knocked out of her. And I wish more than anything that I could drop everything, rush to her side, pick up her extra bags of luggage, schlep them over my shoulder, and run this marathon for her. We're twins and I'm quite sure we could switch places even if it is for just a few short days - no one would notice, right? Her little white flag is waving and, although I know that I can not fight this fight for her, I will remain her support, her sister, and her friend.
Through all of this, I realize that Colleen stays so strong because of one thing - Lilly. Instead of rolling up into the fetal position or winding herself into a ball of nerves, Colleen is trying so hard to push forward. She realizes that if a second surgery is truly a possibility, she's going to have to be at her strongest. This not only means that she must prepare herself mentally (again), but she realized after Lilly's first surgery that she must become stronger, physically. Lilly is growing. She's going to be four in March and is getting taller and adding on weight as she grows. When you couple Lilly with the weight of a cumbersome halo, she's bionic and becomes one heavy kid. The first surgery not only took a tole on Lilly, but Colleen realized that her own back and arms suffered after weeks (more like years) of picking up Lilly, moving her up the stairs, down the stairs, into bed, to the art table, into the car, to the store, back up the stairs, to the dinner table, down the hall and into bed. Whew!
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As much as I'd like to drop everything and run to Colleen's side, I realize that's not an option. But what I can do is be the best sister and aunt I know how to be. . . and I can run like hell, too. I've decided to run in honor of Lilly and log my runs, dedicating each mile to her. Lilly wants nothing more than to move, dance, walk and run - something that all of us take for granted. If she's not able to walk and run on her own right now, I'll do it for her. Wouldn't it be great if we all dedicate a few steps, a 30 minute walk, an extra mile, to Lilly. Let's log-it-for-Lilly! Seriously! Let's see how many miles we can walk/skip/hop/dance/run for Lillian Elise.
Email or FB me the mileage that you would like to dedicate to Lilly this upcoming week. I will update the blog over time with the mileage busted-out for little miss Lil'. If you'd like me to include your name with your mileage, great; if you'd rather not include your name on the mileage postings, just let me know. Let's do this for Lilly!
Colleen, thank you for staying strong for your little girl and your family. I'll fight right along side you (even if it's only in spirit) and carry any extra loads that you need help haulin'. And Lilly, your Auntie Kiki loves you and will be running for you until you get back on your own two feet.
"Most people never run far enough on their first wind to find out they've got a second. Give your dreams all you've got and you'll be amazed at the energy that comes out of you." - William James