If you know me, the title of this blog may seem a little strange. If you’ve been hanging out with us for a while at BelleView, you know that I grew up with these people:
I never had sisters. Despite that doll and the girly little hat in the photo (both of which my grandmother had just made for me), I spent my childhood days tagging along behind two big brothers, attempting to weasel my way into sandlot baseball games, and front yard pick-up football contests, and dusk-time rounds of Ghost In the Graveyard. I didn’t one bit appreciate the fact that I’d been being born a girl and the odd one out in the family. It’s a hard life when you’re the one they tell to “Go let mom know that we were headed to the woods to play.” And then when you come back outside, they’ve already taken off for the woods.
There were some times I wanted to trade those two big brothers in for sisters.
Alas, morning after morning, those prayers had not been answered. There were still two joke-playing, little-tag-along-teasing, sister-torturing boys down the hall. When I could scare up a neighborhood girl to play with, I pretended she was my sister — that our attic games of princess, and our backyard Little House on the Prairie sagas, and hour let’s pretend games of house and school would go on forever. I imagined that we’d snuggle up side-by-side in our beds at the end of the day, the way sisters do, and giggle, and talk about everything, and make big plans to build houses side-by-side someday in the future when we were big girls.
I’ve written a lot about the push and pull of sisterhood, its unbreakable bonds sewn together like the stitches of a hem. Even when the threads pull loose, the pieces remain attached at the fold. Sister relationships provide interesting fodder for stories. They’re complex. They’re complicated. Sometimes contentions. So often incredibly beautiful, deep, rewarding. Essential. Necessary.
There’s a funny thing I’ve come to realize as I’ve traveled along the the winding road of adult life. Not all sisters are born to the same parents or grow up together in a house. Some sisters, you find as you go through life. There’s never any telling where you’ll discover those women with whom you form the bonds of the heart and travel the road of sister-friends. Together, you share the passages in life — marriages, births, grief, joy. Beautiful days. Dark days. The milestones of motherhood, the changing of roles, the growing up and growing older. The transitions, and transitions, and transitions. The beauty these sisterhoods is that they change as life changes. Families move, situations morph, bonds stretch and break and fade and new bonds sometimes replace them.
I’ve met so many of my sweet sister-friends through the journey of writing, one way or another. There are writer-sisters, and reader-sisters, and travel-pal sisters.
It only seems fitting to end today with something sent to me this week by Paula, one of the sweet sisters from last year’s Join the Cast of Moses Lake contest. If you’ve been following the blog a while, you may remember Alice, Cindy, and Paula, who became characters in last year’s novel, Firefly Island.
They’ve officially adopted me as sister number four in their three-sister family. We’ve been bound together by books and stories.
So here’s a yummy-sounding recipe from my sister, Paula… because that’s what sisters do, they share all the best things
Preheat oven to 350˚F.
1 cup sugar
1 cup flour
2 tsp baking powder
a dash of salt
3/4 cup milk
1 stick of melted butter
1 can diced peaches
Put 1 tsp of melted butter into each regular size muffin tin. Combine the first 5 ingredients by hand… sugar, flour, baking powder, salt and milk. Put 2 tbsp of batter into each regular size muffin tin… on top of the melted butter. Then put 1 tbsp diced peaches on top of the batter. Sprinkle with brown sugar and then cinnamon. I do a pretty generous “sprinkle”. Bake the regular size muffin tins for 12 minutes. Let them cool almost completely before taking out of pan. Don’t forget a dollop of vanilla ice cream…YUM!
What about you? Did you grow up with sisters or without? Who are your sister friends? What things do you share with your sisters and sister friends?
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