Big-Sister-Chan
(Double posted from my Myspace Blog)
I don't want to make this a huge, sentimental blog, so I'll just get to the important parts of it.
So for those of you who know me, you know that I hadn't spoken to my father in almost 12 years. I accepted that he was out of my life forever, as I thought that he was bopping around somewhere in Israel.
Last Wednesday, my sister Keryn threw his name into Google. And he was living in Simi Valley. My sisters and I all hauled ass down there.
Of all days to get there, he got his five daughters back the exact day his wife gave birth to their first born daughter.
Yup, I have a baby half-sister. Libby Rataizer.
Little Libby Rateater is very sweet - she's a well behaved and spirited baby who has her mother's cute ears and my dad's eyebrows and forehead. She looks like Jackie, with her big cheeks and her short chin.
I was really worried and nervous about meeting my dad's wife. She is very young, and I have a stereotype in my head about Israeli women and Israeli wives. But she is really cute, just a sweet-faced friendly girl, and was really happy and excited to meet me and my sisters. She really wants to learn English better and really wants me and my sisters to be active in her, my dad's, and Libby's life.
I was afraid that Libby was going to be raised as some creepy little bratty princess, but after seeing my dad with her, and meeting her sweet mother, I really think she'll be okay, and even fit in with the rest of us Rateater sisters. I can't help but love Libby dearly. Maybe not as "OMG I HAS A BRAND NEW BABY SISTERS GONNA PLAY WITH HER ALL THE TIMEZ LULZ!!!", but certainly in a way where I want to watch her grow up and love her and be part of her family.
I think I always figured that a half sibling would pop up someday.
Libby's mother said that she would like to have a son.
I told her "Good luck with that. Dad doesn't know how to do that."
Let's see what unfolds from here.
But I do feel better.
I really did miss him.
I don't want to make this a huge, sentimental blog, so I'll just get to the important parts of it.
So for those of you who know me, you know that I hadn't spoken to my father in almost 12 years. I accepted that he was out of my life forever, as I thought that he was bopping around somewhere in Israel.
Last Wednesday, my sister Keryn threw his name into Google. And he was living in Simi Valley. My sisters and I all hauled ass down there.
Of all days to get there, he got his five daughters back the exact day his wife gave birth to their first born daughter.
Yup, I have a baby half-sister. Libby Rataizer.
Little Libby Rateater is very sweet - she's a well behaved and spirited baby who has her mother's cute ears and my dad's eyebrows and forehead. She looks like Jackie, with her big cheeks and her short chin.
I was really worried and nervous about meeting my dad's wife. She is very young, and I have a stereotype in my head about Israeli women and Israeli wives. But she is really cute, just a sweet-faced friendly girl, and was really happy and excited to meet me and my sisters. She really wants to learn English better and really wants me and my sisters to be active in her, my dad's, and Libby's life.
I was afraid that Libby was going to be raised as some creepy little bratty princess, but after seeing my dad with her, and meeting her sweet mother, I really think she'll be okay, and even fit in with the rest of us Rateater sisters. I can't help but love Libby dearly. Maybe not as "OMG I HAS A BRAND NEW BABY SISTERS GONNA PLAY WITH HER ALL THE TIMEZ LULZ!!!", but certainly in a way where I want to watch her grow up and love her and be part of her family.
I think I always figured that a half sibling would pop up someday.
Libby's mother said that she would like to have a son.
I told her "Good luck with that. Dad doesn't know how to do that."
Let's see what unfolds from here.
But I do feel better.
I really did miss him.