When Mary was born, her older siblings couldn't wait to meet her. Except for Sarah. Whether it was jealousy or just the ambivalence of a two year old, I'll never know. As far as Sarah was concerned, Mary simply did not exist.
In the past few weeks, though, I've noticed Sarah acknowledging Mary as part of her family. At first it was a random, occasional kiss on the head. A few days later, she reached over to pat her little sister on the back while I was burping her. The other night, she laid down to start playing with her.
Someday, hopefully, they will be the best of friends. They'll share each other's joys and heartaches, and be there for each other with support, encouragement, laughter and hugs. (And probably chocolate and coffee. They are my daughters after all.)
Right now, they're just beginning to learn that they are sisters.