Monday, July 13, 2009

Game. Set. Match.

Serena beat her sister Venus (again) to capture the 2009 Wimbledon crown. The victory edges Serena ahead of Venus in their head-to-head match-ups, 11-10. I had one eye on the match while the other was watching me braid my mom's hair. She asked, "how'd that be for you, beating your sister?" Odd query, considering I don't have a sister. But, I considered the question in the hypothetical, in the spirit it was posed, I presume. I'd want to be better than my sister, but I don't know that I'd want to beat her on the world's stage. But then again, I don't have a sister, I might want the world see me beat her butt. Just once. Maybe.
The conversation got me thinking about my two. A bit more than three years apart, different genders and not having much in the way of sporting interests in common beside park district basketball and soccer, there wasn't much in the way of competition between them of a sporting variety. There was (and is) however, a healthy rivalry of the sibling variety, but it is all very friendly.

They are friends and frankly, I'm a little surprised (plesantly) by that fact. I wonder what they used for a model.
Throughout most of my children's my relationship with my brothers has been fractured. And while I may yearn for such better, friendly or even cordial relationship with my brothers, I don't have any illusions that such will ever come to fruition.
That my two champion one another's causes and cheer one another's victories is a great gift. That they are friends as well as siblings, the greatest gift.
Score: 3 - Love


  1. I'm glad that you can appreciate their friendship. Very sweet.

  2. Those are beautiful pictures of them together. How wonderful!
    I finally started appreciating my doofus brother once I left home & went to college. I don't know Why it took that for me to see how cool he was.

  3. That's so great... I'm sure you somehow nurtured that relationship somehow.


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