Every day Life
I grew up as a sister but never had one of my own. I had two brothers. My older brother was very serious and preferred his own friends. My younger brother and I were kindred spirits, so we truly tried to kill each other. There was the time I threw the pet project out the 2nd story window and he came back at me furious with scissors. We took every opportunity we had to hit each other. But, when he ran away, i ran with him. We would pitch our yellow plastic "tent" and make it about an hour until we got hungry and went home. We picked flowers and made leis to sell to the tourists, then take the money to the local store for candy. We fought but we also got each other. Ultimately, he got taller than me which messed with my odds of winning any physical contest. So, I declared that boys don't hit girls and that was that. Honestly, I think we were both ready to stop hitting each other. Which brings me to my subject here: sisters. I had two girls. That meant sisters! Wow! what I always wanted they had! It did not start off well I must say. Her sister arrived one day before her second birthday. The look on her face said it all. "What is this?" From that day forward it was a constant battle of who got what, when, where, why and how come i did not? I thought my brother and I could fight, I underestimated sisters. How many road trips did i pull over crying because they were yelling and hitting each other? I would plead with them, "you need to get along, you are sisters, you have each other if I'm not here for you!" Yeah, that never worked. Well, maybe cause most guilt takes time to settle and i really don't think it's the most productive tool to use, but it seemed right at the time! Interestingly, they are a complete compliment to each other. Whatever strengths each one has, the other does not. The same holds true with their weaknesses. Put them together and they are truly amazing! But, I could not put them together and that broke my heart. Flash forward to college; one has graduated, one in school and they are hanging out! The bridge is being built and it looks like a strong one. They want to see each other, oh yeah! The funny thing is, maybe they remember all my tearful pleas(ok, at least i do), but it's really them growing up and appreciating each other in a world not competing for a parents attention and how life is now as an adult. They survived the same stuff (loss of their father and step father), but with different views on the experience. I just love seeing this blossom. I really love that I'm home tonight writing this blog and on this holiday weekend my girls are together in town with each other as sisters. Love my girls and so happy they have each other!! Only took 20 years. Patience and faith.
namaste yogatiger
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