Aside from the everyday normal-sized skirmishes and other random more intense affects of the absolutely unadulterated state of sisterhood — which we, like every other parent of sisters, deal with — and aside from moments when we’ve intervened to help them work through issues or feelings, or to reset their relationship together, I have consistently been so pleased with and thankful for how well the McTague girls all get along.
They invent some of the most amazing games together; inspire one another to great heights of performance, art, imagination, and play; and share some of the most tender feelings, ideas, and moments with each other that I have ever seen between siblings. They think of each other as their closest, most interesting friends — and their safe, loving, magical family.
Admittedly, I am still a novice with the whole sibling thing. Sure, I’ve done research on sibling mechanics, I’ve watched my girls and have come to understand their own particular version(s) of relating with who each is individually; and the facets of both their deep, seemingly infinite, love for each other, as well as, their sometimes fiery and explosive reactions to one another. However, my study, and my familiarity with my girls and how they work together (or not…), has done very little for me to demystify some of the peculiarities of sisterhood. I still don’t get how they can be so so incredibly close, so loving, and so accepting of who and how each is, but still in less than a minute can be embattled as though they’ve never had anything but contempt for the other(s), and then turn right back around and be elbow to elbow with glowing grins and nary a care in the world, let alone any argument or ill-will between them… It absolutely floors me every time. Being an only child myself, I’ve never had cohorts that I love treat me so poorly and then act as though nothing ever happened. Well, maybe a lover or two, but I am now thoroughly convinced that they were behaving fairly normally for a not only child…
But all the mystery of the elevations and depressions of sibling relations aside, I think these girls have it pretty darn good. As I have gathered from many other siblings that I know, about 50% or more of them don’t have an easy time with their brothers or sisters (it’s more like 70% with sisters…), and don’t have much interest in spending spare time with them, let alone creating books, and art pieces, and forts, and performances, and pretends together, or sharing so much fathomless love. These girls are blessed (and conscientiously nurtured) in their relationships together — I am so glad for them that they have each other. And so glad I get to love and learn from them all and each.
P.S. Here’s a little more of the stone and stick sister jam pictured in the triptych above…