Our oldest daughter graduated from high school this spring with awards at the top of her class, which is great, but it is really the little things she does that makes me the proudest. Writing sincere thank you notes, helping friends with homework, staying behind to clean the stadium stands after events, sharing, no cooking a receipe she learned at school for our dinner, are a few. I also admire her self worth and dislike of self destructive behaviors in others, heaven forbid I drink a beer on a hot summer night. Her thoughtful homemade gifts can be cooler than things bought and often surprise the recipients. Not to just people, but to the animals and our Earth, I think of her as a kind of guardian who will lead others to be their best too.
Our younger daughter who will graduate from high school next year, is just too smart and can whip off a comment that can go over my head, but yet she can be so reserved, only few get to enjoy her real side. I enjoy hearing her views on the world and her own world too. If it can be said in a few words, great, she is not a rambler like me. Private with most of her thoughts, I just enjoy the person she is and I feel lucky she is in my life. As she grows up I get to have a friend who, understands me and stands by me too. It is a real treat to receive gifts made by her. The latest was a ring from a set of matching rings made by her in her jewelry and metals class at school. Not only did I get a ring but she gave one to her sister also. I love that we 3 have that symbolic link, and I think it means more than words can say.
Sisters. I observe them. My daughters. My husbands sisters. My Mom and my aunt. My husbands mother with her sister. My nieces. My cousins. My childhood friends with their sisters. I remember other sets of sisters too, my Gramma with hers. My Great Grandmother's and theirs. All around me. I always wondered what it would be like to have one of my very own. And sometimes even just a little relieved to know I never messed up such an important relationship, which may just be my ignorance coming out.
I watch my daughters, who as far as sisters go, I think, get along great. Sure they snap and bark at times. By being so close in age tho, I think it has created an even closer bond. They are very different people, yet they talk to each other in a language that I think only sisters get. Their comedic bantering impromptu performances can be quite entertaining or baffling, to their poor little mother. Having each other, they have not made as many friends, or should I say, made friendship commitments as I would have liked for them. I do enjoy seeing them laugh and get the kind of satisfaction only you can get from the friends that are important enough to be allowed into their world.
Inspiring. Creative. Magical. Family. The sum is greater than the parts.
Sisters. I observe them. My daughters. My husbands sisters. My Mom and my aunt. My husbands mother with her sister. My nieces. My cousins. My childhood friends with their sisters. I remember other sets of sisters too, my Gramma with hers. My Great Grandmother's and theirs. All around me. I always wondered what it would be like to have one of my very own. And sometimes even just a little relieved to know I never messed up such an important relationship, which may just be my ignorance coming out.
I watch my daughters, who as far as sisters go, I think, get along great. Sure they snap and bark at times. By being so close in age tho, I think it has created an even closer bond. They are very different people, yet they talk to each other in a language that I think only sisters get. Their comedic bantering impromptu performances can be quite entertaining or baffling, to their poor little mother. Having each other, they have not made as many friends, or should I say, made friendship commitments as I would have liked for them. I do enjoy seeing them laugh and get the kind of satisfaction only you can get from the friends that are important enough to be allowed into their world.
Inspiring. Creative. Magical. Family. The sum is greater than the parts.
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