Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Two Pigs Fightin' Under a Blanket

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There are some things that only a sister can say to you. Or in the absence of a sister, a very, very good friend. For example:

I know your parents are slightly south of crazy. It's not your fault, and if you keep eating your fruity pebbles for breakfast each day, you'll probably grow up to be nice and normal. 


I hereby grant you fairy godmother permission to turn off your phones, plug your children in, and go back to bed. You are allowed to take a sick day. Oh, and try to eat at least two miniature Reese's Peanut Butter Cups per hour until the symptoms subside.


I love those jeans, but the rear view is kind of Steel Magnolias. Not quite two pigs fightin' under a blanket, but maybe not your best look. Try these instead.

I love my sisters. I love the friends in my life who have become as good as sisters. I suppose the only drawback to this kind of mysterious, affirming sister power is that we're all so busy in our own lives it's hard to catch each other on the right day, at the exact right moment. When she calls, I'm driving a carload of kids through rush hour traffic to dance lessons. When I call, it's two hours later where she lives and she's already in bed. For some of you, you've got the phone in one palm ready to dial and then you remember, that's right! You don't even have sisters!

So today I wrote a little note to one of my "sisters" who might be stranded on a high branch with the phone in hand and nobody to call. I hope I'm catching you on the right day, at the right moment!

Hey Lady, 

I'll keep this short, but it needs to be said because it's been on the tip of my tongue for weeks and it feels like we never find the right moment to connect.

I get the feeling you are perpetually stuck in traffic. I can almost imagine you rolling down the window of your car and shouting at the world to get out of your way because you've got places to go! Well, let me hand you a box of tissues and a brownie and reassure you that I know. If you're feeling that nagging, hangnail kind of discomfort that you were destined for something better than what you've got, then I agree. But don't start feeling like the crusts trimmed off yesterday's pb&j sandwich. It's the same for all of us. Even the few who manage to sparkle in the dark can do better, in fact, that's probably where they get their sparkle. They know that where you are doesn't matter as much as where your headed. So be patient with the traffic, turn on the radio, and keep your car nosed in the right direction. You'll get there.


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