Nostalgia can be a beautiful thing. It allows you to go back in time and mentally re-live moments in your life. It brings smiles and laughter to your lips. It floods you with all sorts of good feelings.
However, sometimes nostalgia can hurt me.
I was playing some music last night...and it began to remind me of my family. My mood started out with smiles...but it soon turned sad, really sad. The music I was playing especially reminded me of my sister. When she was younger (from childhood into her teens), she would hang around in my bedroom and we would spend hours listening to music: happy music, sappy music, loud music, relaxing music....whatever striked our moods. We would watch concerts together, go to concerts together, listen to music in the car together. It was such a bonding experience for us. I can truly say she became my best friend despite our age difference (11 years).
But now, she is all grown up...and as I was listening to this song yesterday, this classical song that took me back to my bedroom of years ago, it hit me really hard that I will never have that sort of closeness with her again. She has a husband, has a full-time job, has her own circle of close friends...and from what she tells me, when her husband comes back from his deployment in Korea, they might be moving to another base and are going to consider starting a family. It just boggles my mind sometimes as to how much of an adult she's become (she's 20).
It might seem odd to some as to why I feel so sad about this all. I should be happy for her, right? Having helped bring her up, and having been in the "mother" role often, of course I feel proud for all that she's accomplished. I want what's best for her and I want her to fullfill every dream she has in life. But I also don't want to lose my little sister...and I feel like I already am.
Oh, look at me crying and being so melancholy. I do hate when I get like this....*wiping off a tear*. You know...maybe she feels the same way about me....I was always dependable Rose...always there if she needed me....always a second away. But now I have my own life going on...I have a love of my own who has also become a best friend and confidant. I am no longer convenienly availalbe to her. What if she does feel the same way? I would never want her to think like she is losing her big sister. Never. And it's not like we never see each other...it's not as much as we'd like, but we do see each other. But it's those times that I do see her that I notice the changes in her.
Sigh...all of this might just be due to loneliness, to my fear-of-closeness downfall, to hormones, to lack of communication, to too much back pedaling to the past...and dare I say, maternal yearning I have been feeling lately (which, for various and personal reasons, can't be something I can do soon).
I'll be okay...I guess I just overthink things too much when I'm alone. Oh, how I enjoy solitude, but only to a certain extent (then the demons and issues set in).
For now, maybe I should just stick to listening to some upbeat music..and thinking of the here and now.