I am one of five and I gave my three sons one. A sister, that is. The responsibilities of being a sister go way beyond most other roles and their corresponding placement in the universe. Sisters have one of the strongest and most unique bonds, unlike any other type of relationship out there, and I wouldn’t change a change thing about any one of my sisters…most of the time.
It’s like you’re in a secret society-you tell each other everything, the most intricate details of your thoughts, goals and dreams. She picks you up when you fall, and you do the same for her. It doesn’t matter if you’ve not spoken to each other for hours or days, nothing changes. Fighting gets down and dirty, though, because we know each other’s vulnerable points. And not everyone can be a sister, it’s a precarious role that isn’t to be taken lightly. Or you’ll be voted off or choose to leave the island.
When it comes to anyone else being verbally, physically, or emotionally abusive, you always know your sister has your back. She may not agree with your point of view, but she will never let anyone else know. In front of the world, you are an impenetrable “team” force, ready for whatever battle comes your way. She is on your side, and you on hers every step throughout life.
I may have a lot of “sisters” out there, and a shoutout to you, but my sisters are my sisters.
*Uni- DNA and technicalities aside, this girl is my sister, and always has been. We were best friends in elementary school after I stopped being an asshole to her and (long and juicy story aside), my mom and her Dad eventually got married, “officially” making us sisters.
She is one of the strongest women I’ve ever known, in every sense possible, and through adversity her true strength and perseverance shines through every time. She’s married to one of the best brothers-in-law I could’ve wished for, and together with their children, two still at home, have made a beautiful and welcoming family. I love those kiddos like they’re my own but I’m pretty sure my nephew can’t stand me.
Leigh-she was something else, growing up we were the closest, for sure. All she wanted to do was beat me at something, which she normally did. We grew up together tough and when the shit hit the fan, we each knew what was up. We stayed real, but now were away from each other.
It had been too long since I’d seen any of them and there was definitely an emptiness there.
Frances-the funniest one, by far, but a sleeper. She’d get you with zingers, you’d be laughing about 10 minutes later. Smart and dominant in her work, she had a little boy and young lady I get to call my niece and nephew. So close to my heart they are. She was smarter than she gave herself credit for…if she could just see her through my eyes, “hey, you’re doing great, quit second guessing yourself!”
When one of us gets into a fight with our spouse or significant other, and we just need that “sisterhood,” we call each other first. But when our sisters aren’t available, whether they’re at work or going through their own issues, it’s okay because we still feel each other’s love.
We may not be together right now but hope we will be soon. We love you so very much and can’t wait to see you. Things got really messed up there in the end, but we hopefully salvaged what we could and are better off today because of it. We’re the sisters that are. We are what we each need each other to be, and when. We’re the sisters that have to be.
We are a continuation of each other, and that is a beautiful thing. How very lucky we are in life, love and everything in between, and that’s why we are the “sisters that are.”
