Right. Well. I swear I can’t remember what I’ve written about and I’m too lazy to look back but I want to write about my sisters.
All of them. And how much I love them.
Technically in real life I am the eldest of 2 children. My brother is 2.5 years younger than me.
We were close growing up but now we’re not and I hate that with all the hates. But I don’t think about it or I get sad.
(As I was typing sad I accidentally typed Sade which is kind of funny. I don’t Sade.)
Anyway. Sisters. I have 2 sister in laws who are beautiful but they also have amazing relationships with their younger sisters and we don’t have a close bond.
Earlier this year my mum remarried so now I also have a 55 year old step sister who has 3 grown children and 2 grandsons.
My step sister lives a 4 hour flight away and is busy with her own life but she’s lovely. Well she seems to be from the 2 times I’ve spent time with her.
But now here I am. All busy with life and stuff and yet I seem to be collecting wonderful sisters.
One of the mums at my work who makes the sweetest Turkish coffee called me her sister this week and it was the highlight of a crappy week. This gorgeous woman also had a cholesterol test on Thursday and her levels came back really good so she celebrated by buying me chocolate so we could celebrate together.
One of my delightful sisters posted me a card this week saying that she is thinking of me. I read it to myself today in her Irish accent. She took time out of her busy life raising 3 energetic boys to send me a card. For no reason. Other than that she cares. And man doesn’t that just mean the most ever.
One of my sisters I’ve known since High School but it’s only been the last year or so that we’ve begun messaging each other every day. She tells me she thinks that I’m strong and praises me for coping when my husband is away so much. But she has issues that are so big and wide that I don’t know where they start and where they end and her resilience and honesty blows my mind. We share truths with each other and support each other.
My sisters are strong women who have gone through plenty and been tested physically and mentally but still give all that they have to make the world better for their families and their communities.
They think of others. They’re selfless. They’ve got my back and I’ve got theirs.
Sisters might be doing it for themselves but they’re also doing it for me and I’m doing it for them too.