I actually don't have many pictures with my sister. These days, she rolls with the kid and takes plenty with him. Most people that know us, know that my sister and I are not close in age. I want to say she is 8 years older than me. We didn't always get along as kids since we had to share a room for a while. I liked pink and she liked blue. I was girly girl and she was a tom boy. We never disliked each other. We just annoyed each other.
I give her crap a lot. She gives it right back to me. I think one thing is extremely important when I point out why I am thankful for my sister. I don't care that we didn't have that fun sister relationship that you see in the movies. I was able to talk to her when it was important and she trusted me enough to help her with her son.
My sister is a really good mom. She is really messy and lets him get on an iPad too much, but that kid is a precious gem. He is smart and funny. He loves with all of his heart and he sees the world in a way that I wish I could. That he learned from her. She showers him with love and support. When he is with is dad, she is out ubering to make extra cash. She has taken him to all of his karate lessons, gone to the school parties, and let him do all of the things he wants. She makes it work. I am thankful that my nephew has a mom that cares that much.