Sisterly love

Last night while going through the piles of papers in our house I discovered something that broke my heart. A paper that my daughter had written for her school writing test. The title of it was "If I could be anyone for the day I would be my sister". She went on to state the reasons and each one made me feel so helpless.
     I chose to be my sister because she helps my mom. She does kktv, and she is a marvelous singer. I never knew that she could sing that well. I really want to play the violin too, but my mom said that I can't play it. My sister plays the violin. Sometimes I wish that I were taller. My sister is taller than me.
     The first thing is that she is excellent at everything that I am good at. I wish that I was wonderful at cheerleading because she will get all my friends. Sometimes I can't believe she is so good at it. It makes me mad at her. Maybe she can teach me the violin. Then I can be good at something too. I can teach my sister the clarinet. So I can be a great sister too. I know some games that she doesn't. Maybe I can teach them to her.
     Finally, I'd rather be my sister because she doesn't have autism. She is a better writer than me. I like my sister and I will always like her. Oh I forgot that she is nice.

Reading a glimpse of how she feels about herself and her little sister broke my heart. I will now spring into action to correct that view because I see her doing anything that she puts her mind to and not just doing it well, but doing it with all her heart. Each one of my kids is a blessing and I love them equally. Would not like to have them all be the same.

I Left My Heart In San Francisco

One more look at Facebook before I roll over and turn the lights out. It's 11:45 pm here and morning there. What would I be doing if I was there? I let my mind wander to the possibilities. Maybe taking a walk up the street to say good morning to the nice couple at the bakery. Remembering that when I ask "how are you" I will get a true answer of what is going on in their lives. I could be walking along the Rhine river enjoying the morning air and the atmosphere around me. Maybe looking at a bus schedule to take me someplace new. Talking with the people that at first meeting felt like family. Our language being only a small barrier between us as we both stumble to talk different languages. The kind man at the city market that wanted us to taste the fruits of his country.

The beauty of a country that in all my years growing up was held as a bad place with horrible people. My heart is there and I can not forget those images of not just a country, but people that were so kind to an outsider. I guess that's why the song "I left My Heart In San Francisco" comes to my mind so often. I believe that a part of my heart is still in Germany. A country that I felt very much at home, but I am learning that my true home is in Heaven and not on this earth. I will go where He wants me to go and do what He wants me to do. Until the day I truly go home.