What it Means to be Sisters.
What it means to be sisters, is so unique to everyone and I have my own unique story. The sister closest to me in age was the one I didn’t get along with. We fought a great deal although I hardly remember what the fighting was about. She was daddy’s little girl until I came along and I think it was difficult for her to accept. To make matters even worse, she had to baby sit me.
Somehow I felt closer to her, perhaps because I felt that she was there for me when I was little. Over the years I kept in pretty good contact with her. As a result, I was able to reestablish a relationship with her once I decided it was important to do so. We now keep in touch, call often and keep up with what is happening with one another’s family.
I was the baby of the family, therefore, I have no idea what it’s like being an older sister. However, I assume it can be both a pain and on the other hand, yet, something very special on the other.
Being the Baby Sister.
I am the baby of the family, the last one to arrive, and I favored by my dad. It didn’t go too well. There was jealousy, and I understand it, not entirely, because I have no idea what it’s like to be in their position. No idea until I became an adult just how deep the feelings ran. It was a shocking discovery.
After a certain point in my life, I never really felt like I was part of the family. I started to notice that my older sisters were very close and would visit one another once a year. I was never invited, therefore, I would ask if I could visit them. There was always an invitation for them to visit with me, but it rarely happened. As a result, I felt like I was being left out.
We live in Canada, one of us in the East, one in the West, and for a while, one of us lived in the Central Canada. Therefore, it made it difficult to visit often.
I Eventually Asked Why.
Eventually I decided to ask why I was being treated differently, not only by my sisters but also by my brothers. The answer was simple and concise, “I was loved more and spoiled by my dad”. Also, I was told that I am not in their generation, so I don’t fit in. This was painful to hear and to accept, but over time, I have learned to live with it. It is what it is.
I love my brothers and sisters, however, it will never be a close knit relationship. Some relationships are strained and difficult, some are perfectly wonderful. I know this, so I live my life accordingly.
I Truly Appreciate my Sisters
This is What it Means to be Sisters.
I truly appreciate my sisters now that I am older and wiser. Their acceptance and love is something I want and need . I appreciate it when they listen and give advice when I sometimes lose my way. It is lovely to visit them and love it when they visit me. I keep in touch and feel that it is important to the relationship to do so. It may not be the warm fuzzy relationship some sisters have, however, it’s pretty decent and getting better. I consider myself very lucky to have them in my life, and I love them dearly.
In my humble opinion, this is what it means to be sisters .
Link to What it Means to be Sisters Part 1