Do you believe in soul mates?
I actually believe that our hearts are capable of loving an infinite number of people, and that we don’t love each person less when we add a new one in, but our hearts stretch, making more room for the new addition.
I felt this stretching when I met my husband. The traditional version of soul mates. On our wedding day we vowed to love, cherish and be faithful to one another for the rest of our lives. I chose him and he chose me, and I love him with every fibre of my being.
I felt the same stretching when I met my first son, the one who made me a mother and who constantly amazes me with his funny little anecdotes and kind heart.
I felt it again when I met my second son who makes me view the world in a different way. He is so happy and full of life that he makes me melt just by catching a glimpse of his beautiful little face.
And I felt it once more when I met my third son. He hasn’t been on this Earth for very long but he is my last baby and I appreciate every gorgeous little move he makes. He wakes with a smile and because of him, so do I.
But the very first time I felt this now-familiar stretching was in 1992. That was the year that I met my life-long best friend.
My baby sister.
She is fun, and silly, and stubborn, and infuriating. She gets hangry (angry when she’s hungry), she makes terrible jokes, she will never win at trivia, she can sing better than she thinks she can, she is caring in ways most people wouldn’t think, she was a terrible teenager, an ok cook, and an amazing aunty.
And very, very soon she is going to be an incredible mother. Next month my baby sister is having a baby and I couldn’t be happier for her and my brother-in-law.
Next month we welcome the first girl of this generation into our family. We get to see the first-time parents settle into their new roles, fighting sleep deprivation, learning to breastfeed (mum), bonding over cuddles while playing on the computer (dad), and changing a thousand dirty nappies a day (both). And we get to see them experience the most pure form of love any one could know.
Next month is a very big month.
Next month, I stretch a little more.