Sisters - Hilary With One L

This is one of my favorite pictures of Mo and Co. It was taken the day we brought Co home from the hospital. Mo is still a young 3 years old and not quite sure what my going away in the middle of the night and coming home with a wrinkled, mewling loaf of bread means for her rotation around the Earth’s gravitational pull, but she’s adjusted.

Over the past 18 months, I’ve chased after her and Co with the camera, trying to capture their sisterly interactions, especially the ones that don’t involve pushing, shoving, eye poking, and whacking with assorted plush dolls — and that’s just Co. Everyone has told me that as they get older, they’ll become the best of friends and they’ll have such a good time together. Well, when Co is stealing crayons from Mo or Mo is commandeering Co’s baby doll and stroller and they’re basically acting like extras from John Dollar, I’m like, “Yeah, right.” I’m a baby sister; I’ve got an older brother — this is a new and improbable concept for me.

Still, a few days ago, I saw a turning point. After naps, the girls were hanging out, just being together. And I ran for the camera, praying that what I saw wouldn’t disintegrate before I got back. As I was searching for the camera, I thought of this book we read called “Sisters“, about two little girls who are very different and very much alike. One likes baseball, one likes to read. One gets up early, one sleeps all day. They both like piano and dance, they both like to swing on the swings — you get the idea The story ends with the lines, “But the way that they were most alike was the most special way of all. Because, you see, they loved each other very much.”

So, I’m thinking about this as I take the stairs two at a time back to Mo’s room. And here’s what I saw. . .

They loved each other very much, indeed. . .

IN: ON: February 27, 2009 BY: Hilary 2 COMMENTS