Mother: The only thing better than having a daughter is having sisters. I have five sisters and am closer to three of them than I am to the other two. One is a lot younger than I, I am the oldest, and the other one was with my fathers second wife, and we have never lived in the same vicinity to be able to be close. We also have a brother smack in the middle of all of us girls. He is a story unto himself.
Every year the three sisters and I go on a sisters trip. We start planning the next years trip while on this years. We started doing a sisters trips right after our Mother passed away in 2007.
This year we decided to go to Charleston South Carolina. One sister had been there before but the other three of us hadn’t. We go with some idea in our heads as to how the trip is going to go and if it goes that way ok but if not that is ok also. What was funny about this years trip was two of the sisters wanted to go to the beach, guess what? We never even saw the beach. We were so busy with all the other things we like to do and every day someone would ask is this the day we go to the beach? Then we would go over our “to do” list and for whatever reason we just couldn’t make it to the beach.
We laugh, we talk, we have cocktails and we shop. We share our childhood and how it impacted each of us in our own way. We talk about our husbands of course, the good, the bad and the funny. We all had a pretty crappy upbringing due to the fact we were raised with alcoholic parents. It wasn’t enough for our Mother to marry an alcoholic once she had to do it twice. We all handled it in different ways, some of us spent years in therapy, all of us depend on God and prayer.
Is is interesting what each of us remember from our childhood, it is all dependent on how it impacted us at the time. As the oldest I have the most memories of the good, the bad and the ugly, and even though my second sister is less than two years younger, a lot of her memories are totally different than mine. The third sister in the group seems to have been affected most by food issues. It is kind of a joke that all she will eat is steak, and if she is not happy with her food choice she does the Elvis lip curl. The youngest of the four of us, being fathered by the second alcoholic father has a whole other story to tell. It is not that we dwell on any one thing, but we share, we discuss. We all regret that we don’t know more about our grandparents but when you are trying to just survive asking questions was not something we did.
We all have a healthy respect for alcohol, we have seen what it did to us as children and even though our kids are all adults now, we know actions speak louder than words. What parents, I don’t think realize is that their actions affect generations, not just the children they produce.
As we look back at our pictures and laugh and text each other we know how Blessed we are. We have each other and every year the bond grows stronger. We make good memories which helps with some of the bad.