I always wished I had a sister. Don’t get me wrong, I love my brother, but there’s something to be said about sisterly love, the connection, the friendship.
When I was younger my aunt Mich came to live with us for brief period. I was in high school. Every night I would go bug her in her room. We’d sit on her bed and we would gossip. I used to pretend she was my sister.
My mom is lucky she has / had two sisters. If she got sick of one, she could call up the other.
I’m lucky that I can see my Angels developing a sisterly bond. They are really cute. They share clothes, do each others hair and make-up (bedazzle the bathroom toilet many times now).
The Angels also have a lot of creative play together. They manage to entertain themselves for hours leaving me off doing my own thing. It’s really nice to see. I guess I get to live vicariously through them.
Don’t get me wrong though, the Angels can also FIGHT. And, I mean fight hard. They can say mean things to one another, they hit, punch, pinch each other. Sometimes I have to throw them in their own bedrooms for serious time-outs.
I’m sure brothers have a similar relationship. Where they play well and fight well. It’s part and parcel of growing up!
I love seeing my angel’s relationship blossom into what I hope is a lasting friendship full of respect and love.
I think I have two non-perfect, perfect girly-girls.
I consider myself very blessed!