This Crazy Life

I know I have mentioned multiple times I have twins.  I am hopeful that when my sick twin is better that being a twin will help.  Her sister will help her integrate back into life.  She will be there as a friend.  She will help her friends be nice to her at a minimum, maybe even friends with her.  Her twin will be a face she recognizes at school.  A calming influence.  I hope.  However, in the meantime being a twin stinks.  It’s a constant slap in the face.  I see everything she should be doing.  Constantly.  This weekend was a perfect example.  I was helping her twin pack for a weeklong cheer camp in Woodward Pennsylvania.  We live in Missouri.  She is so excited to go and I’m so excited for her.  I was driving to town to pick up a couple of last-minute items for her and it hit me like a bunch of bricks.  The tears started flowing.  Here she was getting ready to fly across the country to spend a week at a cheer camp.  She was going to have so much fun and get to experience so many things.  Meanwhile, her twin is in residential.  I’m sending her on her first flight alone.  She wasn’t nervous, she was excited.  She’s mature enough, she’s ready.  Her twin can’t even eat unsupervised.  Life isn’t fair.  And pretty much sucks.