My sister, Emma, came to visit this weekend. I’m incredibly glad she did.
It’s always interesting to see how a younger person reacts to being on a college campus. Emma is sixteen, so not a whole lot younger than me, but nonetheless college is an experience that sometimes ages people…not exactly makes them old, really just makes them different than those younger. It’s quite a unique environment.
So I was somewhat concerned (more fascinated) about how my sister would interact with the big bad world of Augustana (not really big bad, but you get the idea).
I’m glad to say it went incredibly well.
The definite highlight of the weekend was making music. We moseyed on over to a friends house to play, with a guitar, a keyboard, a melodica, and an accordion in tow. When all combined, the sound was one to die for.
We played songs we all knew, songs we thought we knew (oops), and shared songs that we didn’t. It’s magically beautiful how musical lines can bind people together. Before the night was out, Emma and I even taught the others one song we wrote together a few years ago, when she was only a fifth grader. It was so strange playing those songs with different people, in a setting unlike any we’ve played them in before.
It was at that point that I realized that there was no reason to be concerned. I suppose that I still have this persistent vision of my sister as a little five year old girl, but this weekend really knocked some sense into me. No, she’s almost all grown up and is becoming her own person.
And that’s a beautiful thing.
Posted on October 25th, 2011 by carlisleevanspeck10
Filed under: Carlisle Evans-Peck