4 Pieces of a Whole
Sometimes a moment just hits you right between the eyes. I had such a moment on Wednesday.
Wednesdays are sacred days to me. Every Wednesday, Christine and I meet at Mom and Dad’s to hang out. While Mom takes Elliana and Reagan to BSF with her, she and I get to hang out together with the younger Littles. We catch up, we talk current events (seriously), we reconnect, we encourage each other, and listen and referee the chaos. It’s a weekly ritual and one I’m desperately going to miss next year when both Elliana and Reagan begin kindergarten.
But this past Wednesday we were not alone. Both Allison and Courtney decided to surprise us and joined us for Mother-Daughter-Sister time. First Alli showed up, then Courtney. And when Courtney walked in, there was an audible click. We were together, and all was right with the world again.
Many don’t understand how four sisters could be so close, and I’ve tried explaining it before. But sometimes, some things just can’t be explained. And while I certainly don’t believe in soul mates, these ladies could easily fit into that role. They have my past, and are my present and future. They have driven me crazy, they enrage me like no one else can, they are my best friends and my worst nitpickers. They know me inside and out, and vice versa.
And with our weekly tradition coming to an end… with Courtney getting ready to set off on a new adventure… I just need them to know how very much they mean to me. Its amazing how different we all are, yet so much the same. Four pieces of a whole.
Sister. She is your mirror, shining back at you with a world of possibilities. She is your witness, who sees you at your worst and best, and loves you anyway. She is your partner in crime, your midnight companion, someone who knows when you are smiling, even in the dark. She is your teacher, your defense attorney, your personal press agent, even your shrink. Some days, she's the reason you wish you were an only child.
sisters are... clothes borrowers, fit throwers, cover stealers, secret keepers, an enemy, a friend, a conversation without end, sassy, bossy, silly, fussy, pretty & sweet, dress up, mess up, get punished, fights over nothing, sharer of dreams, a headache, a pain, a princess, a brat, she ruined my clothes, i love her, i miss her, i tease her, she is my family and that means more to me.
My sisters remind me, by their very steadfastness, that truth, beauty and goodness exist in the world, and that no matter what, there are and always will be people loving people through thick and thin.
Sisters don't need words. They have perfected a language of snarls and smiles and frowns and winks - expressions of shocked surprise and incredulity and disbelief. Sniffs and snorts and gasps and sighs - that can undermine any tale you're telling.
Behind every little sister there's a big sister standing behind her holding a bat saying, 'You wanna say that again?!'