My sister came to visit last weekend.
Just my sister. She took time away from her five (!) kids and busy household and flew into LAX and figured out how to take the Metro to downtown Los Angeles and found her airbnb and she did all of this all by herself.
I say this with not a small amount of awe; partly because I'm embarrassed to say that I've lived in DTLA for six years and have yet to take the Metro from LAX, and partly because some part of me will always think of my little sister as exactly that – little.
We had a fantastic time eating Vietnamese food and Korean food and more Korean food, and we walked around DTLA and I took her to LAX-C (not to be confused with the airport; rather, it's like an Asian COSTCO), and Daiso and it was so fun to experience these things through her eyes. She hadn't been to LA for years and now that I've joined her on the parenting adventure, we had so much to talk about.
For years, my sister and I shared some typical sibling stuff...and for years we didn't share much of anything. I know I'm not alone in this experience, and lord knows family dynamics are complicated and often unoriginal. But what I can say now, with the slightly longer lens of perspective (humility) and vast amounts of gratitude, is that my sister and I are allies.
And watch out. We will eat enormous quantities of food and feel fantastic about it.