A Sister making A Sister

Being a sister is something.

Making a sister is something else.

I have spent lots of time thinking about how I wanted to have a boy

but now

I think more then anything else I'm pretty nervous about having another girl.

Not because I don't know how to raise a girl

but I've never

raised a sister.

Tessa and Lisa are my sisters.

Tessa was older and out of the house before I came into my own.

Lisa was quite, simple and we didn't have much in common.

Sad because we are so close in age.

We all shared a room at one point.

We did the sisterly things growing up.

Lisa and I had to put duct tape in the middle of the room to keep from killing one another.

I was the mean sister.

I might still be the mean sister but Lisa carries the punch.

Tessa is the peacemaker.

Always has been and always will be.

I love my sisters.

And I want Cailyn to love her sister.

I want Cailyn to share a room with her and like it.

I want Cailyn to teach her to use moms make up when mom is cleaning the kitchen.

I want Cailyn to tell her secrets and stories.

I see my girls holding hands on the first day of school.

Both scared but excited.

I see my girls giggling when a cute boy says hello.

I also see them slamming doors, yelling at one another, stealing clothes from each other and not talking.

I don't like it but its part of being a sister.

I have no idea who will be the mean one or the peacemaker or even who will carry the punch

but I do know that

sisters are forever.

They might be in their 20's before they like each other.

Or maybe in their teens.

All I know is that making sisters is an uncertain thing.