A letter on love between sisters:
Connor,
You may wonder one day who the old people in your life are. Not in a “how am I related” but wonder about their essence, the star-stuff of their souls.
Baby know this, your Momma and I have fought hard to be friends. She’s fought for me when I’ve been defenseless. Fought by me when I’ve needed it. She’s even fought me herself when she knows I’m going the wrong direction.
She is my north star.
There are a few things you should know:
1. She loves with her whole heart, body and soul. Always and forever.
Your mom throws herself into life. But where I’m reckless abandon, your mom moves with the grace of a dancer. Steps lightly here only to be a thunderclap of footfall there. I remember when she told me about you for the very first time. The love in her voice was only matched by the steel resolve in her bones.
2. By her being, she makes it okay.
I can’t count the number of times she did nothing or said nothing and just let me cry/ sit without talking/ eat all her chocolate and nothing else. Your momma has the power to hold open whatever space you need. Space for your fears, your dreams, your failures. She can see it all and you know what? She’ll love you all the more for it.
Connor, I love your momma like shes family. For me she’s a constant in this universe. She tends to love. Cares for it and nurtures it. She knows in her bones that you may not like something, but love it all the same.
Which brings me to number 3
She knows how to let things be without letting something go.
She and I always find our way back to each other. Through time and missed chances. She’s been there for me no matter what a number of times. You’ll always find your way back to her. She’s a magnet in out lives, all you have to do is pause to breathe and feel her pull.
Your mamma is brave and fierce.
She’s tender and loving.
She’ll match you step for step and go toe to toe with anyone who’ll do you wrong.
And remember, if it ever gets too bad you can always come spend a summer with your Auntie.
Xoxo,
Lynn
