Friday I spent my knitting class watching a set of sisters. I can't get the images out of my head and I have been reflecting upon them all this week. These sisters with similar strained expressions upon their faces while trying to eek in a needle when they pulled a stitch too tight...making crazy comments about who had a more difficult time with their hair...
"We have the same type of hair, I'll show you what to do with it." The older sister takes the younger sister to her door-less bathroom where she proceeds to dampen, blow dry, and brush the younger sister's hair. Being adults now, this seems silly, but the older sister is determined and the younger sister allows it...similar to when they were young and the older sister would braid the younger sister's hair into crowns around her head. The younger sister warned the older sister that it was not going to work, but the older sister insists and continues to make an attempt to tame the unpredictable hair of the younger sister. After a while the older sister puts down the brush in defeat...the younger sister's hair is in a massive tangled mess, wild and standing on end to make a massive mess of stuff somewhat resembling hair upon her head. The younger sister within seconds pulls out a ponytail holder and whips the mess into her regular messy bun hairstyle. The older sister then says, "maybe we don't have the same hair after all..."
The younger at the point of tears looks at the older sister for reassurance, but what she finds is even better...the older sister is making horrid faces at an attempt to purl for the first time. The sisters' have faces of rubber able to flex into all sorts of bizarre and ridiculous expressions. Realizing that her older sister is not perfect gives the little southpaw a new lease on knitting...she picks up her needles and hand dyed yarn, ready to take on the world...
The scene is a hotel room, on an annual family vacation to celebrate Granny's birthday. The older sister rolls over on her bed and sees the younger sister on her bed, most likely reading. The older sister watches for a minute and then says, "It's like you are becoming a real person."
The younger sister is taken aback for a moment and thinks...what was I before? Then she decides to take it...validation is worth it especially from someone as cool as your older sister.
Later that day I see the sisters, sitting next to each other talking like best of friends...which strikes me as odd since they are 5 years apart, and at their ages, it may as well be light years...They have hit a place in their relationship which my sister and I only hit after we both were mothers, finding common ground in our children and both conforming to and rebelling against, at the same time, to the way we were raised, the way most parents do, realizing why your parents did the things they did, and adding your own spin to things.
I am in awe of both sets of sisters...as they grow together making memories and finding special moments in life.
Here's to you sister.