I have two sisters. I am the oldest and my sister next to me is ten years younger than I am. Then another six years passed before my youngest sister was born, when I was sixteen. My two sisters are very dear to me, although we haven't got very much in common, except for our parents and one brother. Oh, and we are all short (myself being the shortest). Both of my sisters have beautiful voices - somehow I missed out on that particular talent.
Sisters are different flowers from the same garden. Unknown
I smile because you are my sister, I laugh because there is nothing you can do about it! Unknown
Sweet is the voice of a sister in the season of sorrow. Benjamin Disraeli
I am sad when I hear that sisters do not get along. Our sister relationship is friendly, but we never were close enough to argue. I do remember helping to take care of my sister, whose crib was in my bedroom for some time.
The distance between us sisters began when I became a teenager, and boys seemed to be the most important thing in my life (big waste of time!). I regret not getting closer to my little sisters and helping them more.
One sister married a great hard working man who loves farming. They raise cows, goats, horses, and live in a farming community. I really admire my sister who, besides raising four handsome sons, has adopted three beautiful girls. She and her husband began as foster parents, and fell in love with these young girls who had been abused and/or neglected. They have sacrificed much to care for these young girls.
My youngest sister married a very intelligent and talented tall man. Their three sons tower over the rest of us short people, but that is okay. I got married while my youngest sister was a small girl. She played with my children when my children were young. Of the three sisters, I think my youngest sister looks most like our mother. When our mother passed away, my youngest sister was so sad and looked to me as a mother figure, but I feel I have let her down.
I married a Polynesian man, and we have moved so many times since we were married. For the majority of those years, we lived in the South Pacific. It was hard at times being so far away from my family, and even though I tried to stay in touch by writing and visiting as often as we could, we did draw apart.
My sisters have been very supportive of my life events. They even spent many hard-earned pennies to come and see us in the South Pacific. They came to the weddings of my children. When I am home, I go see them. I am ashamed to say that I have not been to most of their children's weddings. I guess you would call me the slacker sister.
Sometimes when I call my Dad on the weekends, he tells me that all the kids came to visit, and I feel guilty and sad that I am not there too. It is a Sunday evening tradition to go and see my Dad. Since my family has been far away most of the years, we can't be there, but at least we can call. Since my mother passed away, I have had my father come and stay with us in Hawaii a couple of times, but it does not make up for all the other times I wasn't there. I hope someday to make up for lost times together.
One of my sisters has chosen not to embrace the new technology. She still feels uncomfortable with computers and email. She still remembers my birthdays and Christmas through snail mail. My youngest sister is on facebook, and we usually correspond weekly. Even then, I feel there is somewhat of a gap because of our age difference.
Seems when we all get together there is not much to say. I guess we have all been focusing on our own little families and problems. Sometimes it is awkward. But, I still love my sisters unconditionally, and always will. I hope I can find a way to get closer to them. Maybe one day we can all just blow caution to the wind and take off together and get to know one another.
We may not be famous sisters like those on the right, but one thing for sure, we will always have each other, for good or bad. At least I know my sisters will be there for my funeral. If this is a sad hub, it is because I feel sad when I think of my sisters and how I have let them down.
I welcome suggestions of how I can get closer to my sisters.
More than Santa Claus, your sister knows when you've been bad and good.
Big sisters are the crab grass in the lawn of life. (sounds like me)
A sister is a little bit of childhood that can never be lost .
Friends come and go, but Sisters are FOREVER!
© 2011 Elayne