We share the same genes. We are connected by our common history. We kind of look the same. We are sisters. All three of us.
I’m so lucky to have sisters. And I’m even luckier to have the ones that I have! They are two extraordinary human beings. (More about their extraordinariness later).
There’s an indefinable something special about sister love. I’ve never had a brother, so I can’t even imagine what that would be like – probably very special too, but in a different way I’m sure.
My sisters know me better than anyone in this world. I am the youngest of the three. They know all my tears, my weaknesses, and my struggles. They also know my triumphs, my complexity and my joys. They are kind of required to know all this about me by sheer genetic proximity. But I feel blessed that they hold this knowledge in a treasure chest, with a certain appreciation. I think they truly ‘get’ me.
My sisters also give me a sense of belonging. Belonging is kind of a big deal for me as we spent most our childhood on the move, mostly spent in Indonesia and the Philippines. Without one physical home, I had an acute sense that my sisters were my home.
Sharing a unique childhood bonds us together with extra strong glue. My sisters are the keepers of my memories… the good ones, the hilarious ones, as well as the haunting ones. Our common ‘growing up’ experience in an uncommon landscape ties our memories together distinctively.
Let me introduce them to you, because, like I said earlier, they are extraordinary!
One is an extraordinary teacher, the other an extraordinary midwife. More importantly, they are both awesome mothers. They’ve influenced me in so many aspects of my mothering, and for that I am truly indebted.
Permit me to rave some more. They are both incredibly intuitive and insightful. They are both wonderfully warm, wise and witty. They make me laugh. Between them they are super talented at sewing, cooking, writing, and organising. And most endearingly, they are both generous to the core. Generous with gifts, time, advice and patience.
I feel totally and intrinsically loved by these two. When I became ill with leukaemia 7 years ago, they were both asked to test for genetic matching to me, as potential candidates for bone marrow transplants. (A procedure that I luckily avoided due the success of my chemo). Without hesitation both of them consented to the testing. And in a heartbeat both of them would have undergone a gruelling transplant for me. Even now I shed a tear thinking of that true sister love.
(As it turned out, my middle sister was my identical marrow match – a rare thing apparently. It is comforting to know that if I ever need bone marrow, she’s got the good stuff!).
I’ve been looking for a good quote about sister love, and have been surprised not to have found any. So I think I shall make up my own!
“To have a sister is to feel deeply loved by another soul on this earth. To have two sisters is double love shared three ways.”