I have a sister. She is 12.5 months older than me. We don’t talk much. Actually, we don’t talk at all. For the past 7 years, we have only talked a few times. I can count them in one hand.
Whenever ppl talk about sisterhood, and the bond that only sisters have, I cringe a little inside. I berate myself for not being that sister to my sister. I then immediately justify myself to myself and tell myself that it’s all her fault for being such a b*tch. I’m sure, deep inside, she is not one. But she sure has acted like one in certain circumstances in the past.
Last night, I had dinner with three women friends from my small group. It was the first one and we plan on having it monthly.
It fed my soul.
It fed my soul.
I never felt like that with a group of women before.
The conversation never stopped. The food was fabulous. We talked about everything from breastfeeding to claustrophobia to backpacking across Europe and composting. I felt like one of the girls in Sex and the City. One of the four. (No, we did not talk about sex.)
I am so thankful to my “sisters” for last night. I ended up staying up until midnight to finish a work project but it was worth every minute. Every. Minute.
mood: grateful
Jomama
Jul 24, 2013 @ 11:20:31
I’ve been thinking a lot about my sister too. Our relationship is broken for lots and lots of reasons. But lately, since I am the older sister, I think I have to take her as she is, and accept her behavior as all that she is capable of. I am thinking of how to reach out to her and build any kind of bridge this year.
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hotsaucemama
Jul 24, 2013 @ 11:28:24
Hi! It’s great that you are thinking of doing that. I haven’t even gotten that far… I’m just praying for her for now. For her to be safe.
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