Sisterly Advice

My older sister, Elizabeth, is an absolute doll. She has a mental disability—or as I prefer to say, difference—which has blessed her with eternal youth as she has the intellectual capacity, heart, and countenance of a six-year-old. Still, she is much wiser than I, and a whole lot more pure; no one could ask for a better example of an older sister. When I think of her I can’t help but think of the verses,

And Jesus called a little child unto him, and set him in the midst of them, And said, Verily I say unto you, Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven. Whosoever therefore shall humble himself as this little child, the same is greatest in the kingdom of heaven.                                              
Matthew 18:2-4

This scripture is Elizabeth. She is an angel; she has blessed my family’s and my life in many many ways. She always makes life a little better.  In fact, I was chatting with Elizabeth this week when she reminded me of something that is very important for married people to know.

Early July Elizabeth came up to me and whispered, “Psst. Rach. Come here.” She cautiously jerked her head, signaling for me to follow her to a corner of the room.
“What Liz?” I asked.
Shhh. Come here,” she replied urgently beckoning me with her hand.  Intrigued I followed.
Then ever so secretively she began, “You know how you’re getting married?
Yeah. Cause you’re getting married you’re now old enough to know.
“Know what?”
Yeah. Ok. Now don’t be sad.
The suspense was killing me.
Yeah. Because you’re old enough and getting married it’s important to know. Yeah.
“Know what?”
Yeah. You know Santa?
“Santa Clause?”
Yeah! That’s the one. Yup. Santa Clause.
“What about him Liz?”
She leaned forward and whispered ever so softly, “He’s fake!

Now let me just add that my entire family up until this point believed that she completely believed in Santa! I mean I believe… No but really, we ALL thought she believed! Last I heard, she’d concluded that yes Santa was real; however, he was long gone—cause really who could live so long—so rather she thought Santa’s posterity was carrying out his Christmas tasks!

“What?” I gasped.
Yeah! It’s Mom and Dad!
“No…I don’t think…”
“But he was real once right? He just got old and…”
No! He’s fake!
“Are you sure…?”
YES RACH! AND,” she got quiet again, “the Easter Bunny is fake too!
Yeah. Uh-huh. I know! It’s Mom and Dad. They do it all while we’re sleeping! Fake!  I know!
“Are you really truly sure?”
Honest! Cross my heart! But shhhh…don’t tell the little ones. They’re not old enough. You know—cause you’re getting married you should know. Cause you’ll have to do it now.  Yeah.
“I’ll have to do what?”
You know…” she whispered quieter again, “be Santa.
“Aaaah…well…er…” Exasperated and amused I finally responded with, “Thanks Liz.”
Yeah. You’re welcome. Yeah. You know—cause you’re getting so old you should know. Yeah. Especially cause you’re getting married.

That hands down has to be the best marriage advice I’ve received yet! No offense—I love all the other advice I’ve gotten—but was that not the purest, sweetest, most loving sisterly advice! She is so sweet and so caring! She’s always watchin out for her little siblings.  I just love her!

A few weeks after the above story took place, my Pops, Elizabeth, some of my sisters, and I were at a restaurant when suddenly I turned to Elizabeth and asked,
“Hey Liz, do you think everyone should start writing their Christmas lists to Santa yet?”
She gave me a don’t you remember what I told you look, to which I responded with a wink. Suddenly a devious smirk spread across her face and she dramatically winked back.
Yeah, we should probably start writing our Christmas lists soon.  Yeah.  So he can get ready for Christmas.  Yeah.  That's a good idea.

SO cute! It’s now become our little inside joke. After all, we are the only two kids in my family who can know such a grownup secret!

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