She can make you laugh until you pee yourself; or cry until you feel completely dried out. She can encourage you and lift your spirits; or completely tear you down. She can be your biggest cheerleader or your greatest rival. She can be your best friend; or your mortal enemy. Sometimes she can be all this at once.
Growing up - my sisters and I could be practically ripping each other's hair out one minute. The next minute we might be joining forces to create a united front. (Often in an attempt to avoid getting in trouble for whatever had gone down during our recent spat.) Once my middle sister and I got into a fight (If you think girls don't get physical when they fight - you never knew my sisters when we were teens!) In the course of the fight, she broke my glasses. The fight came to a screeching halt, At that point, we quickly became allies - working together in attempt to fix the glasses before our parents found out what had occurred. We failed, by the way.
There are times I am sad that my daughter will never know what it's like to have a sister. There are other times when I think my daughter is incredibly lucky that she will never know what it's like to have a sister.
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| Me (on the right) and my sisters - about 10 years ago |
If there's one thing that is predictable about the relationship between sisters., it is that it can be entirely unpredictable.
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