I don’t have a sister.
My mom doesn’t have a sister.
In fact, there are no pairs of sisters in my entire family tree other than my grandmother and her sister.
Yet, here we are raising a precautious pair of sisters.
When we found out we were having a second girl we were shocked. I guess I always assumed we would have a boy and a girl. This whole sister bond is actually kind of foreign to us.
When people meet our girls they often comment on their strong bond. They seem to have a natural proclivity to want to spend lots of time together. Of course they fight. Of course, they bicker and whine, but overall their bond is palpable.
For one, they refuse to sleep in separate rooms. When they were little we lived in a two-bedroom townhouse, so they were forced to share a room out of necessity. In the summer of 2015, we moved to a house, in large part to have more room for the girls. However, after a disastrous first night in the new house the girls have been sleeping in the same bedroom every night. I must say it does make the whole bedtime ordeal way easier. And now that they are both in “big girl” beds, we have one bedroom with two beds and one that is a nice large playroom with a closet.
When one gets, sick or injured the other sister often expresses the same level of dramatics.
If you have seen our girls out and about you would think that I choose to match their outfits. What people don’t know is that they often want to match. One will pick out their outfit and the other will go to their closet to finding a matching or coordinating fashionable wear. If it were up to them our entire family would match.
As the only girl in my family, I didn’t really have to share my toys. While my brothers loved to give my Barbies haircuts, for the most part my things were just for me. With two girls 21 months apart they want the EXACT same toys. I have been relegated to beg my family members to ONLY purchase them the same items just in different colors. Because you can’t even imagine the tears that will be shed over the injustice of one getting a perceived better present.
With absolutely no experience for this sister bond, my husband and I often feel like we are the odd ones out. They have “inside jokes” and frequently burst into hysterics at the dinner table or in the car.
Next year, they will both be in the same division at school, which they are absolutely thrilled about. This is also great for mom and dad because when our older daughter started school last fall the little one could not accompany us to drop off without going into an inconsolably tantrum when big sis got out of the car.
I would like to stay hopefully optimistic that their sisterly bond with remain strong through the tumultuous teenage years, and I can just envision them having fun girl getaways when they are in their 20’s. I guess only time will tell, but for now we are totally enjoying RAISING SISTERS!