And I’m not talking about…’we have the same parents’ kind of sisterhood. I’m talking about the ‘sex in the city’ or ‘traveling pants’ or ‘ya-ya’ kind of sisterhood. The kind of sisterhood that comes from sharing a common interest, or goal. Sororities. Girl Scouts. Women’s professional organizations. Dance moms. Soccer moms. Stage moms. Even when you’re competing, you share a bond. You see it everywhere. And sometimes, even the familial bonds you share with an actual sister. There is just something about sisterhood.
I’ve been in the middle of it. I’ve been on the edge of it. I’ve Both desired and detested it. But it always comes back to the same thing. And never in my life have I felt like I truly belonged.
I don’t even know where to begin. But I can tell you what prompted this rambling about sisterhood.
I just finished reason a book called ‘Sisterhood Everlasting’ by Amy Brashaers. I don’t need to go into the details of the story because I have too much respect for the author to repro her story. And really, I wouldn’t do it justice. But the friendship it described. That is telling.
I finished the book with hopes for my daughters, that they would find that type of friendship in life. And wondering why on earth I never did.