What is sisterhood?
My younger sister and I would most likely not be friends if we were not sisters born 19 months apart to the same parents. Don’t get me wrong; she’s funny, intelligent, a good dancer, and I love her, but our circles don’t overlap. When I think of our personalities, interests, and things of the like we are more opposite than mirrors of each other; we do have some shared tastes, probably a result of living in the same household. Admittedly, I have not always been the best big sister to her but I love her unconditionally. If someone else did something to cause her grief, distress, or harm, she’d have no greater defender.
“I don’t believe an accident of birth makes people sisters or brothers. It makes them siblings, gives them mutuality of parentage. Sisterhood and brotherhood is a condition people have to work at.” Maya Angelou
This sisterhood–as a condition–is where it is at! We all feel this way about some real down-ass women that we are not related to at all. After nearly 4 decades of sibling-hood AND sisterhood with my little sister — a point of blissful agreement — we cheerfully recognize that we both have sisters other than each other. The bonds we have with each other are solid and true, as are the bonds that we have formed with other sisters. There are blessed gatherings or events were a few or many of these sisters from other misters get to mix. These good times are special and the good times amplified because our sisterhood has been amplified.
Lessons have been learned–some hard, some easy. My sister and I are better sisters to each other because of our sisterhood with other sisters. Sisterhood-true sisterhood-squeezes out pettiness, jealousy, and put-downs. It’s just not what we do.
This is the essence of sisterhood to me. That unconditional care and support that we give each other in the face of what the world dishes out. Now, check it. Sisterhood is spelled with the letters S-I-S, not C-I-S. This is so nice that it worked out this way. I must embrace all that display, hone, and represent the infinitesimal expressions of the divine feminine self. So much beauty to behold, admire, and emulate. YASS!
I think about the state of sisterhood because of the pair of sisters above, my daughters. They have 11 years between them and soon, Big Sister will be in college. I want their relationship of mutual love and as much respect a 6 year old can muster to grow and not diminish when proximity does.
This little DIY blog is a place where all sisters and lovers of sisters can meet, share, shout-out, and be welcomed. Thank you for growing my sisterhood. I look forward to getting to know you