Saturday, around lunchtime, I got a call from my sister. She was halfway to Ohio (from upstate NY) and was coming to surprise us, offering Todd and I a date night, and she was bringing her massage table. She recently became a licensed massage therapist.
Upon hearing the news, the kids let out a big, “YAY!!!!”
After a really dark stretch, it was like she brought the sunshine with her. We made up for Todd’s birthday dinner, taking a long walk to a new restaurant, not once looking at the clock, and walking back leisurely at night. We used to walk at night all the time before kids. The energy is so different at night. We had our best talks then. We’ve really missed it. But there we were, holding hands, talking, laughing, making plans. It was sooo good.
Sunday, we went to church (more on that amazing experience later, it was a good one) and then Kelli and I were off for a free day, at the art museum, the Botanical Gardens and shopping for a certain b-day girl who will be ten this week.
Later, in the evening, Kelli insisted on getting out her massage table. She went to school for a year and a half to learn massage, and in all that time, I’d never asked for a massage from her. I was insecure about it. There was always a reason not to do it, but this time I allowed it.
It was a profound experience, being massaged by my sister. Our relationship was hijacked when we were very little girls, by alcoholism, poverty, and lack. Dysfunction did not draw us together, it made us hole up in our seperate corners, saving ourselves the best ways we knew how.
We’ve been working on our relationship for years, but during the massage I let all mistrust fall away. It felt like all the hurts we’d heaped on each other from childhood on, any unloving we did toward each other became untangled, melting away with each loving touch. There is so much more to be said about the experience, but I am not quite ready to write it yet. Let’s just say both of us were crying at the end, and a great healing had taken place between sisters.
So now, I can tell a new story.
I’m no longer “the island.” The one with no family support.
I have a sister, who drives five hours to give us a break, to support us, to nurture me.
I am loved, and I am blessed.
She is on her way home now, after having stayed two nights. Todd and I got a second moonlight walk in last night after my massage. I still can’t believe she was here. It was an incredible surprise.
Thank you Kelli. I love you.