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i’m rather fascinated by sibling relationships. they’re such barometers of family dynamics, such a study in how we all learn to find our place within the family unit, as part of and separate from each other. i was going to write a post about the beauty of sisterhood and how it seems like a secret and special club, but to be honest, i’ve seen just as many fractured siblings, too.

there are no guarantees. but for my part, i want to nurture them toward that best sort of sisterhood.

i adore the way they look at each other. i smile when i hear eliza call big sister’s name (she says “em-ma” over and over, particularly when she’s crying and wants comfort). i love that having each other means they have someone to share with (sharing secrets, sharing a room…it all teaches you something). i love both of them together, and i love seeing them as individuals. even as they’re both “my girls”, i hope to always nurture their individual pieces and quirks and affections; i don’t want them to ever feel like they need to “out-do” the other; i want them to always be proud for the other and to offer her the support and adoration that comes best from a sibling.

more than anything, i want these sisters to know that they’ve both got something really special.
…and that i feel like the luckiest mama in the world to have them both.

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