I looked up some quotes about sisters today. It’s my sister Jodi’s birthday and I wanted to wax eloquent about her and the complex and wonderful relationship sisters share. Here are a few I found, some sweet, some funny:
Sisters by birth, friends by choice – Author Unknown
The mildest, drowsiest sister has been known to turn tiger if her sibling is in trouble. ~Clara Ortega
Sisters are different flowers from the same garden. ~Author Unknown
Big sisters are the crab grass in the lawn of life. ~Charles M. Schulz (Haha! I hope that’s not too true for her!)
When sisters stand shoulder to shoulder, who stands a chance against us? ~Pam Brown (I love this one)
When I was about 2 1/2 years old, God provided me a playmate and friend. I wish I could remember more of my early childhood and the time shared with my little sister, Jodi. I do remember her wavy blonde hair, cute chubby cheeks and sweet little voice from those early years way back. A few years later, God rounded out the trio of Shultz kids by giving us a little brother, Jonathan. As we grew up we all pretended, played, laughed, argued, and shared life like most siblings do. The biggest thing I remember from my childhood with the two of them is that it was fun.
Jodi and I were quite different. I was a true tomboy, she was a girly girl. We had different interests. In high school I drifted into my own world, as teenagers usually do, and didn’t pay as much attention to the stuff of their lives, didn’t feel as close to her or my brother. I regret that looking back. Then I was off to college. I made some small attempts to spend time with them. I wanted to be closer friends but the pace of my life was kind of keeping it from happening. Got married, had some babies and Jodi did, too. Me with three dark-haired girls, Jodi with two blonde boys. I lived in Indiana, she lived in Arizona. There was no email yet, no texting, no facebook. We talked on the phone rarely, sent birthday cards, saw each other on family visits maybe once every year or two. However, the common ground of being mommies and dealing with adult responsibilities was starting to pull us tighter together. I remember when John was called to his first pastorate in New Mexico, crying in my car out of thankfulness to God. I was going to live near my sister. The closeness I had craved was starting to happen. Through those years our kids became close friends, too.
Our relationship has grown and intensified until now it seems to be made of titanium steel. God has allowed us to walk together on similar ground, even though different circumstances, learning the same lessons at almost exactly the same times throughout the last few years. Uncanny. Even though she still lives far away, she feels close. What would I do without my sister who loves me the way I am without judging, who will be completely honest with me no matter what, who willingly bares her heart and thoughts to me as I do with her, who has a gift of wisdom and perception that often gives me much-needed perspective? We’re the diet coke dynamic duo, the sillies who wheeze when they laugh really hard, the lucky daughters of two precious parents, the devoted sister to a little brother who’s not really little anymore, the mommy of teens cohort/mini support group, daughters of our heavenly Papa who are sharing this journey with Jesus and not having to walk it alone.
There have been times in the last few years when the hurt in her heart over difficult, desperate events was inexpressible except in deep, heaving sobs. All I could do at that moment was hold her close and feel helpless. In similar fashion, she has often heard me out as I let off steam or let loose tears that don’t quite come until her unconditional love and genuine understanding coaxes them. “Sweet is the voice of a sister in the season of sorrow.” ~Benjamin Disraeli
Celebrating when giant troubles like that have been conquered is the best!
We’re blessed, I know it. The love and devotion my sister, brother and I feel for each other and each other’s families is fierce and seems to grow as the years go by.
She’s coming to see me next month! Watch out. A feisty, barely 5 foot tall, smiling, green-eyed beauty is flying across country to be with ME. There will be much drinking of diet coke. There will be Zumba. There will be much, much laughing. There will be obnoxious amounts of talking and plenty of hugging. What a weekend that will be. I thank God for my fellow “nut”, my sister.
Sister to sister we will always be,
A couple of nuts off the family tree.