Sisterhood
26 May 2011 Leave a Comment
When I first learned we were pregnant with our second child, I was thrilled. It took us a year to get pregnant with Hannah and almost as long to get pregnant with Katelynn. I desperately wanted Hannah to have that special connection that only comes from a sibling. And I quietly was hoping for another little girl because I knew first hand the special bond that forms between sisters. This post is in honor of my sister, Jessica, whom I love beyond words.
Sisters are excellent confidants. You can tell them all your deepest, most intimate feelings and they listen intently, drinking in every word. If you don’t feel like talking to her during a particular moment, don’t stress. She will surely search your room for your diary so she can find out all your treasured secrets. She won’t share them with a soul, unless they are embarrassing or you are together at a large family gathering, whichever comes first.
A girl who can’t find her favorite pair of shoes or her new purse surely has a sister. Sisterhood buys you unauthorized and unlimited access to your sister’s closet. However, it does not come with the promise of stain removal.
Having a sister is to blame for all the hideous, yet matching, dresses and jumpers you had to wear when you were little. They were just too cute for your mother to resist.
The ferocious sibling rivalry that comes along with sisterhood is the reason you always received the same toys at Christmas time, just different colors.
If you have ever drawn a line down the center of your bedroom with the threat of bodily harm to anyone who dared to cross, you have a sister. If you were smart, your side would include the closet full of clothes or the toy box. However, don’t make the mistake of leaving the doorway on her side of the room or you will have just put yourself at her mercy each time you want to enter or leave.
Sisters should never have to share a bathroom. It’s just a cruel joke your parents play on you when you’re teenagers.
A sister will steal your barbie doll, your make-up, and your car keys…but never your boyfriend. Actually, if she is a true sister, she will find your taste in boys somewhat disgusting, which she will insist on reminding you of that fact each time he calls. Loudly.
When your parents are heavy on your case, just point out all the things that are wrong with your sister. They will instantly become distracted.
Woe to the parents against whom sisters unite.
There is no pain for which a sister cannot provide comfort. A sister is a lifelong friend. She will always stand by you when the world is falling around you. She is there to offer hugs, a joke or two, and remind you that you need to return the shirt you borrowed from her three months ago.
I adore my sister. When we were children we would spend the afternoon playing school, fighting over play dough, sharing Barbie dolls, ratting on one another, and all the various joys of being siblings. We laughed together, cried together, and tried to kill each other on occasion. There were times when we hated each other and times we couldn’t live without each other. My sister and I will always remain best friends and there is an abundant love that exists between us that no one can tarnish. I love you, Jess! My prayer as a mother is that my own daughters will learn to love each other in the same fashion, forever friends.
