My
sisters are my best friends\
And they have been since the moment we figured out\
that we’re sort of stuck with one another
We would have moments where we we’re just so in love\ We would cuddle and tease\ Laugh and share ridiculous stories
And then we would have moments\ where my father would tell us to go put on our tae-kwon-doe uniforms\ and spar out our bickering
We never did,
but the foolishness of us fighting one another\ in all white uniforms and yellow belts,\ made us realize how silly our bickering really was
We are called to be sisters,\ sharing traveling pants and exchanging vulnerability\ Be encouragers and sideline cheerleaders in races we should never have to run alone
I’ve never been one of those women,\ who didn’t get along with other women\ Maybe it was because of my three sisters\ or because guys, to this day, still freak me out\ Or maybe its because my mother is also my soul sister\ and so I’ve always known, women keep me grounded;\ they are my lighthouses and my foundations
I met a friend once who told me upfront that she didn’t like me
This then lead into conversations of how hurt she’s been by women who did not see her value
She has carried these trust issues with her into every relationship
You see, we as women, have this tendency to compare our stories to each other like a horrible game of what’s missing
We pick and pull at our lives wondering what’s wrong with them when they don’t match up to the perfect mom or housewife or party planner or the girl that everyone seems to want
We let comparison separate us instead of celebrating differences
I think, what we need is more people to tell us when to spar it out\ When to show us that we were never meant to tear down or fight
We are called to live in harmony with one another\ And lift each other up,\ We are called to be sisters,\ sharing traveling pants and exchanging vulnerability\ Be encouragers and sideline cheerleaders in races we should never have to run alone
We need someone to tell us sometimes,\ You’re not a horrible mother, or daughter or sister or student
It’s okay if you’re a frazzled hot mess right now
You don’t have to have it all together
Imagine what life would be like,\ if we knew the power of change tucked into each of our frames\ Because I don’t know if you know this…
but women are pretty freaking awesome
We are family pillars and open windows, we are life givers and hard lovers\ We are strong, eclectic masterpieces of so many stories
We are Rory and Loreli
And Ruth and Naomi
Where you lead I will follow\ **Anywhere, that you tell me to\ **If you need, if you need me to be with you\ **I will follow,\ **Where you lead
We need someone to tell us sometimes,\ _You’re not a horrible mother, or daughter or sister or student\ _It’s okay if you’re a frazzled hot mess right now
We are the hospital hands when uncertainty knocks\ And casseroles on door steps\ We were never supposed to do this alone\ We were always meant to guide the other home,\ leave the light on when it takes a little while
Maybe if we promised to do better, to extend more patience\ So i’ll start
I promise to be the one who lies next to you when you’re convinced everything in this world is against you
I will volunteer as tribute whenever your name is placed in raffle for a dangerous game
I will fight, just for you
I will hurt just for you
Remind you of your strength in the moments you are weak
And to be the one who sows your cape when it’s tattered
I will pray and love you, unconditionally
And I will leave the light on, as long as you need
You’ll always have a home here,\ Please know that….you’ll always have a home here
Photo by Whitney Schey