As the oldest of five children, I’m used to doing things first. People meet me first. I get involved in activities first. It is part of who I am. When my siblings come, they are “Amy’s siblings.”
The older I get, however, the less this is the case. Nowhere is this more apparent than where my family goes to church. All my family is super involved and my Mom works there. Maybe I am now better known than the brother who lives an hour and a half away. But for the most part, I’m Anna/Bethany/Elijah’s older sister or the missing eldest daughter of my parents.
Today my Mom needed an extra volunteer so I filled in. It was entertaining. I look like my Mom; I don’t look that much like her. But people still did a double take when they saw me. Uncertain smiles, hesitant nods as if trying to place me.
One lady I’d never seen before exclaimed, “You look so much like your Mom! It threw me off.”
Another lady inquired after my Dad. My Dad? Or my grandpa? Who knows!
And so, though I go to church regularly when I’m home, I slip into my uncertain role as the Family Member No One Quite Knows.