My friend, Deb, is one of three sisters. Together, they make up the foundation of the “Simon Sisters” that has become an extended sisterhood. Over the years, the three have added to the Simon Sisters by allowing daughters to join. As each daughter turns 18, she is “inaugurated” into the sisterhood.
This is truly a Big Deal for each Simon sister and daughter. It is, truly, a coming-of-age moment. And I — a lone sister in a family of five siblings — am truly envious. I am a sister, but I have no sisters — just brothers. Much as I love them, my four brothers are (a) too far away to enjoy monthly events together, and (b) too male. Not that that’s a bad thing, but when it comes to sisters, they just can’t fill that need.
Back to the Simon Sisters. Once a month, the three sisters and the daughters who have made the cut, gather for a day of fun. And no, that doesn’t mean a shopping trip or jewelry party, although over the years, they’ve probably done that. For example, at their most recent “Simon Sisters Saturday”, they “inaugurated” the newest member. This included food — homemade veggie soup, cookies, etc. On inauguration day, each sister wears her “ya ya” hat, which is a self-designed hat that is often outlandish and not something to be worn in public. Deb says that her first one — a straw topper decorated with her pin collection — fell apart several years ago. So she and another sister made what she describes as “ugly 70s crocheted pop can hats” except theirs featured beer cans.
Simon Sisters Saturday ranges from an afternoon of football watching to the annual Christmas craft party to a weekend away. The location rotates from one sister’s home to the next, and the husband in residence has to watch from afar or disappear for the day.
Did I mention my envy? If only I had sisters. In my mind, this is a group of women who have grown up together, share common memories of childhood events, girlhood silliness…women who simply can be themselves because they’re sisters and they understand each other.
In fact, I am SO envious that I wonder if I could start my own sisterhood? We’d be faux sisters. Over the years, I’ve collected friends who have served as my sisters and today, they’re the ones I turn to when I need to just be me. No pretenses necessary. Wonder what we’d call ourselves? I know what our song would be….just conjure up Rosemary Clooney and Vera-Ellen in “White Christmas”, singing “…Sisters, sisters, there were never such devoted sisters….”