I come from a family of five children. My sister, Dauna(pronounced Donna) is the oldest, my brothers Joel and Mark, me, and my baby brother, Rusty. Granted we are all very close to one another and can finish one another’s sentences because you see, there’s only seven years difference between the ages of the oldest and youngest. We aren’t able to see each other as much as we’d like these days, but we’re always a phone call or e-mail away. But, there’s just a special bond between sisters that brothers have no claim to when it comes to sibling relationships. We’re sisters, buddies, soul mates, com padres, amigos, confidants, and often times counselors. My sister watched out for me when I was a baby. She held my hand throughout many stages in life and I’ve held hers from time to time. Long story short – we’ve got each others backs.
This past Saturday my sister called me for a little sisterly advice regarding a ‘mother of a freshman in college issue’ and we spent over an hour talking on the phone while she drove home. She was moving her daughter home from college for the summer. We do this. We call each other to confide and counsel each other. We’ve always done this, whether is was about boys or school, or life’s other major issues. She’s always the first one I call when I have a problem that I need to talk about. She’s always been there for me and I’m there for her. We share history. The same history.
And, while we are so different in our life styles, work, and other areas; we’re still on the same page. Still close, still sisters. She’s my rock, my anchor to my past, my light in the storms of life. I’m just glad I can help her when she needs it too. And while I’d like to believe we’re elegant (like Rosemary Clooney and Verra Allen in White Christmas), I think we’re more like this version of ‘the Sisters Song’. Would you have to guess that I’m the Danny Kaye version? Nah! I didn’t think so.
Go call your sister(s)/buddies and tell them you love them. Happy Monday!