"A sister is a gift to the heart, a friend to the spirit, a golden thread to the meaning of life."
- Isadora James
(my younger sister Robin & I)
When I was growing up, I could not imagine ever having anything in common with my little sisters. They were born a decade after I was, and I spent most of my youth being annoyed at the babysitting obligation that was bestowed upon me. But now we all have finally reached adulthood, and I am able to appreciate the amazing women my sisters have become. It's such a blessing to have built-in friends who know all my secrets, all the good & all the bad that I have ever done, who don't need any explanations about my crazy family because they are part of it,and thus, a part of me.
I think familial relationships are important, and the older I get the more I feel drawn to the women in my family. My mom, my aunts, my grandmothers. These women are all inspiring and amazing, with real life experiences that make them so much more than those unworthy titles. I listen to the wisdom in their stories and the telling of them never ceases to move me. I am catalyzed. I want to do more, and be more, for myself and my younger sisters and for my daughter. In a strange way, the more time I spend amongst these women, the closer I get to understanding who I really am. I have never been the kind of person who was sure of anything, and I feel solid now. I think in the future I will look back on this as a very progressive time in my life. I think I have grown more in the last year than in the whole previous 29, and it feels amazing.