My sister Eva turns 50 today. I still introduce her as my “baby” sister – and I still think of her as my “baby” sister. And if you think that’s silly, consider this:
Some 20 years ago, our mom asked Eva how much she charged per hour for babysitting. When Eva told her, Mom responded, “Oh, I charge more, but I’m an adult.”
Eva was probably 30 at the time, a college graduate, a wife, and a stepmother. And, if that weren’t enough, her fulltime job was managing an infant and toddler daycare center.
“Oh, I charge more, but I’m an adult.”
Today, do something creative and generous. Consider one important person in your life. Consider the longstanding, preconceived notions you have about that person – and weigh those notions against reality.
I’ve done it – and I’ve decided to really be generous, and cling to this particular prejudice. After all, if Eva’s still a baby, I’m still a youngster.
Happy Birthday, baby sister!