When my eldest graduated and went to college, it did not bother me. This was what she was supposed to do. I didn’t compare it to Bridget. I never thought, oh her sister will never. I do that more with Bridget’s peers. The ones that she left behind when I decided to pull her from public school. When I see the postings of her former friends getting their licenses, going to homecoming or prom I will be happy for them, but also think if I did not make the decision to put Bridget in a segregated school, she would have been included. I am sure next year, when her peers are going to senior prom, college tours and graduating, this weekend will hit harder. I am sure there will be moments that I wonder…if only. If only I had left her public school. If only she was typical. If only…

There have been moments, where I have done that with my own girls. It is a little different because of the age difference. If they were closer in age (or Bridget was older) those moments of if only might have been more frequent. With my eldest, I’ve tried really hard not to compare their lives. First, it is unfair to Abbey. I never wanted Abbey to feel like she should not because her sister could not. Second, I am human. So of course there were moments when I thought why won’t you play guitar, don’t get your sister will never? Honestly, I tried but I was not always successful at stopping those wayward thoughts of being sad that one child could and another child would not.

Then high school graduation and college came into our lives.

Everything changed again. But it didn’t hurt. It was complicated. Suddenly my nanny was gone. We had to learn how to live our lives without the added support. We thought how lucky we were that we had that time of being able to escape at a minute’s notice because the sisters were together. We began doing trips as a trio not a quad. We began to see what our lives would be for the rest of our lives. Where we are parents to both a fully functioning adult and a forever preschooler. As the college years went by, less summers were spent at home. As it should be, as any typical college kid would do. Their world expands, while ours stayed constant.

The one thing I worried about, the day we left Abbey at the dorm and drove away was would their bond remain? The girls had been devoted to one another since the moment Abbey visited Bridget in the hospital.

I worried what would happen to their relationship. Bridget refuses to talk on the phone or FaceTime. Would her sister be able to understand her language if she was not constantly exposed? Would Abbey sense a freedom that life without a disabled sibling gives you? Would she begin to put distance between them, not because she did not love her sister but because the world is a very big place and she was just beginning to explore it.

Of course, I should have known better. The minute the girls are in the same space, they are just as attached as they were back in the NICU. Abbey has always known that one day her sister will be her full responsibility. She understands that her life will change (again) once that happens. She did not leave Bridget behind. She is living her best life (as she should) balanced with the love of her sister that is her priority, no matter where in the world she happens to be visiting.

It is quite sweet, watching the girls today and seeing how their love has grown yet remain steadfast all these years. There is no bitterness that one child is living their best life and the other is not. The truth is both girls are living the lives they were meant to live.

The life of two sisters who most would think were on different paths, but instead are living their best lives together even when they are not in the same room.