There are
many transitions in life. We go from
being babies to talking, walking and kindergarten. Awkward elementary to junior high
crushes. High school to graduation and (often) leaving
our friends. College and/or jobs that
catapult us into the ‘real’ world and life.
And all along the way, there are a hundred and one smaller transitions
that direct the paths we take.
My three
sisters are teachers (brave souls).
We have an annual back to school shopping expedition (I go to laugh a lot and eat
lunch). Amanda (Brenda’s
daughter) is the designated
driver and clothes picker outer. She finds
it and hands it to whoever (usually Ada) to try on.
We did wander
through several stores but this year we had Kyleigh (Anola’s granddaughter)
so there was more cooing over the baby than shopping. Plus, I have a great-nephew due in November
so the car was full of more baby stuff than anything else. And of course, we laughed a lot.
I remember
many such trips with my mom and her sisters (I was the Amanda then).
Those women could get into some stuff and there was always lots of
laughter; always lots of stories to tell.
Whenever we told stories on them, we just said The Sisters and everyone knew who we were talking about. Mom was the last one and when she passed, The Sisters were no more.
Well…maybe
not. Walking through Bealls, Brenda was
talking about Mom and said something that marked one of those major transitions
in our lives. Suddenly she stopped and
said, “We’re The Sisters now.” There was silence as we thought about
it. Believe me, it was a solemn moment (just one, though).
We couldn’t
deny the truth. We are a lot like my mom
and her sisters were. We can definitely
get into some stuff and there is always lots of laughter. And I know
their children (my case, nieces and nephews) have lots of stories to tell. We
have lots of stories to tell.
So, I believe
we are capable of taking The Sisters
mantel and running with it. If we leave
behind the kind of legacy that my mom and her sisters did, we will have done
good.

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