Sisters

Everyone has different reactions when they hear certain words: “test” means something different to me than it does to my students. As does “homework” and “Prom.” I hear the word “X-Box” and it means nothing, but my nine-year-old son hears it and thinks “I want one!!”

“Sisters” is a word like that. Some people have no sisters and wish they did. Others have lots of sisters and wish they didn’t. Some get angry when they hear this word, others get sad. And, I have learned, the older you get, the more that word changes its meaning.

I have two sisters: Alexis and Becca. I am quite a bit older than they are. I was 6 1/2 when Alexis was born and 8 when Becca was born. At first, they were like my own personal dolls that I could dress up and play with and laugh at. Later, they became my minions whom I would send to ask Mom and Dad if we could get ice cream or pizza (they were cuter and would always get their way). And in my teen years, I would drive them around and make them pay me in candy bars (they like to remind me of that one often!).

Today, they are friends. Friends I don’t get to see as often as I like. We all live in different states – no longer sharing the upstairs and fighting over the TV. But more than friends. Sisters. I was doing my quiet time today and noticed my mug. Alexis gave me this several years ago. It has been through all our major moves – sat in cabinets in Texas, Costa Rica, Spain, and Florida. It has been stained and chipped and faded with use. But I still love it.

 

One of the great things about sisters is that they have shared memories from a shared perspectives. Sure, I did things they didn’t, they did things I didn’t. We are all three very different in our personalities and hobbies and talents (Alexis thinks exercise is fun, and Becca could host her own Do-It-Yourself show). But we all remember how Aunt Maxie used to pinch our cheeks so hard we were sure we’d have bruises, or how Dad would sing off-key at the top of his lungs in church and embarass us. We remember the matching outfits Mom made us. We remember how Grandmother and Grandaddy would come at Christmas and have their whole trunk so full of presents that their luggage was relegated to the backseat.

Sisters are a gift from God. But sometimes, we take them for granted. So if you have a sister near you, enjoy it. Be thankful. She won’t always be down the hall or across the room. And, believe it or not, you’ll wish she was.

(*I also have a brother – and he is terrific – I’m not ignoring brothers in this post, just focusing on the sister relationship 🙂 Feel free to add in your sibling stories below — I’d love to hear them!)

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