Oh my lovely sisters.
I have two older sisters with whom I have an…interesting relationship.
Meredith is 5 years older, Lacy is 4. They were both born in May so they really are just one year apart. They had each other to play with, to fight with, to not share toys with. Then I came along. I have never asked how they felt about having a little sister, I doubt they would even know the answer now.
They were always in a different phase of life than I was. I was playing with toys while they did homework. I became a teenager as they were getting ready to leave those years behind them. They got married while I was in high school. They were having children while I should have been in college, but was instead trying to figure things out.
I am so proud of them though. When anyone asks me about them, I can brag a little bit. They went to Europe. After they got married, one moved to Las Vegas, the other to Oregon. They are phenomenal mothers. One works at K-State doing..Engineer-y stuff. She tries to explain it but I honestly have no idea. All I know is that she is awesome. They both have amazing lives and are kind, warm, loving, and funny women. It’s an honor to know them.
I have so many memories. Some good and some bad, just like most siblings.
I remember Meredith trying to teach me how to ride a bike.
Lacy letting me drive the car.
I was with Lacy when I discovered I needed glasses.
I had my first “cruise” through town with Lacy and her friend who took pity on me.
Meredith cutting my hair the night before my high school graduation.
I also remember getting so mad at Lacy that I threw a pencil at her. Apparently she might still have lead in her hand?
I also remember spying with my best friend on Meredith and my now brother-in-law Jarod on the front porch. Jarod has been in our lives since I was… 11 or 12? Maybe? It feels like he has just always been there.
All three of us were good kids. We didn’t really drink, or party. No drugs, no sex, no rock and roll. I didn’t really have any of their mistakes to learn from. If anything, I did things different because I got so tired of being compared to them. Secretly, I REALLY wanted to be them. If I could go back, I would learn from MY mistakes, not theirs. I spent so much time trying to not be them in other’s eyes, that I chewed on my nose just to spite my face.
I went through high school alone while they were in college together. It was rather like being an only child. I went down a different path than they did. I got sick during high school. I went through a nasty depression and was probably very difficult to get along with. I was more independent. After I dropped out of college, I lived alone. I worked full-time and had random jobs. I tried so many different things. I tried to find myself. Let’s face it, I’m still trying to do that.
They are each others best friend. They did sports together, went to college together, found God together, got married together, had children together. I had to stand on the sidelines and just watch. It was hard. It still is.
I feel like the problem with being the youngest is that’s what you will always be, the baby. I wonder if they will always see me as their little sister instead of an equal, as a woman, a wife, someday a mom. All I want is to be a member of their club, and I keep thinking that someday it will happen. At first I thought it would happen after I got married. I would have that ‘wife’ status and things would change. It hasn’t happened yet. I don’t even know if it will be different after we kids. Maybe it’s too late. Or maybe, there will be a day that everything will change.
We will always kill it at Catch Phrase though.
Even though there may be times I don’t like them very much, it will never change my core feelings. I will defend them, protect them, cheer for them, cry for them, hope for them. We will never betray each other. We will always have each other’s backs.
We are sisters.
We have the same blood running through our veins.
We will always be with each other, no matter where we are in life.
Sometimes we will argue and not agree on things.
I will always love them, with every fiber of my being.
We are three sisters.
Three sisters are we.
I love each of you,
And I know you love me.
We’re not always together.
Life sometimes keeps us apart,
But we’re never separated.
We’re in each other’s heart.
Now I know we’ve had our troubles,
But we always get through.
The real message is you love me,
And I also love you.
We have had lots of good times
That we’ll never forget.
Sometimes we worry
And sometimes we fret.
But if God ever gave me
Something special, you see,
It might have been the blessing of
Three sisters are we.
The Lord above has given me lots
Of happiness and glee,
But the most special thing he did was
Make us sisters, all three.
-Francis I. Gillespie
They are the greatest gift I have ever received.
♥ With love, Alison