I never had a sister, growing up. Consequently, I often find myself in awe of the relationship between my two girls. They are two and a half years apart in age. They love each other so much, and they play so beautifully together – until they don’t. Sometimes they say and do really mean things to each other. One will vow never to play with the other ever again. Moments later they may be found snuggled up together reading a book. They love so deeply that forgiveness is nothing.
Their feelings toward each other are intense. They feel each other deeply. I trust completely that no matter what life throws at them, they will always protect each other.
They will love each other through it all.
For many years now I have been an honorary sister…a Roche sister. The bonds we have formed are intense. I venture to say that seeing each other through such things as we have – miscarriage, divorce, infidelity, to name a few…these experiences have bonded us as heavily as any sibling upbringing could.
We feel each other deeply. I trust completely that no matter what life throws at us, we will always protect each other.
Sometimes we nearly pee our pants laughing, tears streaming down our faces. Other times our hearts break right there with our sister’s. The pain of one can be felt by all.
I guess that’s the beauty of sharing one’s life with siblings – both of the biological and of the chosen sort.
We buckle up for the ride, and it can be a wild one – but we wouldn’t trade it for anything.