The Sisterhood is Well and Alive

I had the most precious moment with my teenage daughters this week. 
 
We had been in lock down for 2 months prior and so, to say the least, it had been an intense time for us individually and as a family unit.  And, as I presume most of world had done, each of us had gone into our own cave of self-isolation, even within the small space of our home. We had all been - knowingly or unknowingly – grappling with our demons and dark, difficult places within in us. And so during these weeks, at times it had felt, like an invisible distance or divide had appeared between us.
 
This particular day took place in the few weeks that our hometown began loosening the isolation; shops opening, 10 people allowed out in groups, school went back a couple days a week. And so there was a lightness emerging, and a feeling of togetherness, even within our usual intimate tight knit family.
 
One of my daughters had some tears, an uncommon thing for this resilient one. She was sitting up in her bed, head slightly bowed down and quietly crying. And so I walked in to sit on the bed next to her. I gently placed my hand on her arm to offer support and comfort, while still allowing her own adolescent space... 

Time slowed down and the moments took on a magical timeless quality... 

Before I knew it, her sister heard the sobbing from her bedroom next door and came racing in to comfort her sibling. She lay down next to her and cuddled her in closely saying “It’s ok, let it out. It’s ok to cry. We are here for you”.  I looked down at my darling daughters, laying there in each other’s arms - comforting and being comforted. What a precious sight it was to see these sisters coming together so closely in this way.
 
Time slowed down and the moments took on a magical timeless quality, beyond words, beyond place.  For several moments, the three of us just looked at each other lovingly, all of our eyes now watery and emotional. We held each other with our arms, and with our eyes, in silence. 
 
I could feel my heart bursting with joy and unconditional love. The 16 years of motherhood all seemed to culminate in these slow seconds and minutes. All the months of gestating, the hours of birthing and the years of feeding, holding, rocking, laughing, crying, massaging, listening, guiding and doing my best as a mother came together in this moment, these moments. And everything that I had ever given as a mother, up to that point was completely worth it. So absolutely worth it – just for this experience.
 
I smiled and took a deep breath in and out as I took in and treasured this unforgettable, life changing and priceless scene play out in front of me.
 
And as I witnessed the strong sisterly bond between these young women, I could see the sisterhood - in the true sense of the word, well and alive. It gave me hope for them, my daughters and for their future. And seeing their solidarity, gave me hope for the all women in the world.  And if the women of the world are doing ok, then surely the men will be ok too… and all those in between.

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