Wednesday, June 10, 2015


The first two times I was pregnant, we decided not to find out the gender until delivery. My first baby was almost two weeks late and it felt like we had to wait forever to finally hear, Its a girl! The second time the waiting didnt really matter. I was certain all along in my mama heart that it was another girl. The doctor only confirmed what I was already knew.

The third time my due date landed two weeks before my oldest would start kindergarten. Faced with juggling that new schedule, a two year old, and a newborn, I needed to be as prepared as possible, so I decided I wanted to know the gender as soon as possible. In the weeks before the ultrasound, my cravings and nausea were different from the first two and I convinced myself that our third (and last) child was most certainly a boy. I was wrong. The ultrasound technician was confident we would be welcoming another daughter.

I was, admittedly, a bit disappointed by the realization that I would never have a son. However, it didnt take long for the news to spread and I was bombarded with people gushing about the bond shared between sisters. I have a sister(s) and we are best friends! they would tell me. How wonderful that you will have three daughters! You will be well taken care of when youre older and they will have such a wonderful bond! With only one brother myself, I didnt fully understand this sisterly bond people spoke of, but I pictured them chatting about fashion and boys. I envisioned them sharing clothes and shoes. I thought, perhaps, someday they may even go out on a few double dates.

Well, those three sisters are now 12, 10, and 7 years old and they could not be more different. The oldest is super smart, sporty, stoic, and driven. The middle one is a ball of energy, chatter, and silliness. The youngest is a little princess who wears her heart on her sleeve.

Oftentimes, the differences make these sisters mix about as well as oil and water. They fight. They bicker. They intentionally annoy one another and point out every flaw they see in the other. The bond people told me would be so deep and strong is buried under yelling, arguing, and tears.

But, its there.

Occasionally, I catch a glimpse of it.

I see it when they set up a pretend salon and paint each others nails. I see it when they ask if they can all have a sleepover together in someones room. I see it when they help each other with homework or learning to ride a bike. I see it when one of them is sick and the others are concerned.

Its there when they cheer for each other at a soccer game or a piano recital. Its there when they bake cookies together. Its there when they stick up for one another and do their best to protect the other. Its there when they work together to achieve a greater goal.

They quarrel just like any siblings do, but the sisterly bond is there and I see it - even when they dont.

I cant say for sure that they will grow up to be the best of friends. I can say, however, that I truly believe they will grow up to love and support one another always. I see them clash frequently, but I also see them come together and, when they do, they are a force to be reckoned with. Their differences are great, but their bond as sisters and love for one another is even greater.


This post was part of the One Word Blog Linkup hosted by, Janine of Confessions of a Mommyholic, Marica of Blogitudes, and me! This week, the word prompt choices were Together and SmallIf you would like to join the linkup you can find more information HERE, sign up for weekly emails HERE, and/or join our Facebook group HERE. Every Friday, two prompts are emailed. Choose one and write a post using that word as inspiration. Linkup up any time between 6:00am EST on Wednesday-9:00pm EST on Thursdays on any of the host sites.


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