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.