Thursday, October 15, 2009

It May Not be "White Christmas" but It's Pretty Darn Close

It didn't take being the mother of three daughters to teach me that sometimes sisters are going to fight. Not just disagree about whose blue American Eagle shirt is whose or about what time to leave for school in the morning so they won't be late for Student Council.

Not that I'd know anything about any of the above.

No, I didn't learn about girl-fighting from my daughters. I learned it from myself . . . and my older sister, Jenn. When we were growing up, our mom used to work every Saturday morning, putting us in charge of our younger sister, Jodi, who was only about five or six at the time. Being the much older sisters (7 and 9 years older), Mom thought we could handle it.

Boy, was she ever wrong.

Seems like every Saturday, Jenn and I would get into a tussle over one thing or another. And these tussles would turn into all-out girl-fights. We'd chase each other around the house, grabbing at anything we could--clothes, hair, you name it.

Now, I was a nail-biter when I was younger, and that became a big problem for me and a huge advantage for my sister. She was always the glamorous one--pretty clothes, hair, and skin--and she kept her fingernails long, usually polished. So while we were clutching and grabbing at one another, she had the ability to claw. I did not.

Many a Saturday I can remember those long fingernails grabbing into the flesh of my forearm, even drawing blood a time or two. I have the scars to prove it.

Have you ever seen the movie "White Christmas"? And remember the two blonde girls who are sisters in the movie? And how they sing that song: "Sisters. Sisters. There were never more devoted sisters"?

Yeah. That wasn't us.

Fast forward about 30 years, and I couldn't be more excited about the weekend ahead of me. My sister is coming for a visit! The days of girl-fighting are long gone. Sometime after college we began to see each other differently, maybe even giving each other a little slack. Somewhere along the growing up spectrum we became friends.

People who know me here know that my sister lives a long way away. About 900 miles away. And my friends here also know how much my sisters mean to me (both of them!). They know that we are all close today--we even take vacations together sometimes.

What they don't know is all the pain I went through to get to this point. (Just kidding, girls!)

Anyway, Jenn is coming this weekend, and I couldn't be more excited. She says she just wants to come hang out. To do the stuff we would normally do.

I have a feeling she's going to be bored.

I think I may just need to plan an activity or two.

So, I have to ask you . . . if your sister came to visit, what would you do together? I have a couple of things in mind, but what do you suggest we do?

Oh, and if I'm not around here for a few days, you'll know why. We'll be singing along to "White Christmas" songs.


  1. You girls have fun together! I can't imagine you guys fighting back in the day. But then I remember an incident with my little sister.........

    I think a hanger being thrown across the room comes to mind.

    Oh, and thanks for reminding me that sisters do fight and become friends later in life. I lived it too, but when you're watching the fighting part in front of you from time to time it is easy to forget about the future friend part.

  2. Pedicure and brunch at Tangerine (Naperville) then a day in downtown Geneva. Then some girl movies on this gray awful days. That's why I would do if my sister was coming for the weekend.

  3. My sister is coming to MY town this weekend, too. We have a family wedding to attend.

    She's bringing her best friend -- and we're going to be extremely busy, but still -- MY SISTER IS COMING TO TOWN!!!

    (I know exactly how you feel!)

  4. My sister and I live in the same town and we get together often. We can be in a crowded restaurant or walking through a store and still have fun just being together. Sometimes just 'hanging out' and enjoying each other's company without talking much. My sister and I are 16 years apart and did not grow up together. She got married when I was 5. So, we didn't have the knock down drag out sister fights like you described. We began to appreciate each other as I became an adult. And suddenly we are on the same page.

  5. I'm fortunate enough to have my sister live just around the corner. Today we went to the grocery store together just to buy apples that were on sale.

    I hope you have had fun hanging out with your sister!