Tis the season.

My little sister just got her first real (not McD’s et al) job, working in this guy’s lab. She doing well this year: graduating, doing very well on the MCAT, moving across the country, setting up shop and finding employment in a new city. When I moved on after college I at least already had my house (car).

My mom’s the clinical social worker, unable to help with my math homework years ago. So, look where I am today, even though I spent a few years of high school mostly hating my mom. My late father, on the other, had a Masters in math and a PhD in Economics. So, my sister goes into molecular biology, takes upper echelon math “for fun,” and still has issues with the written word. (I got behind-the-door recruited to proofread her med school entrance essays: it’s good her scores are as good as they are.)

But we’re both doing pretty good, a testament above all to good parenting, even in the face of adversity. Particularly poignant for me, being daily subjected to the results of those who would never be granted a parenting permit in an alternate, more altruistically fascistic universe.

I also spent quite a few years of childhood and adolescence loathing my sister, our differences going far beyond the academic. It’s nice that, in our 20’s, we can respect and like each other for those differences, instead of just drive each other nuts.

All this and I haven’t yet changed out of my pj’s. Tehe.