Being a triplet. What’s it like. Hm.
It’s all I’ve ever known so how do I capture that in words if I have nothing to compare it to, really?
But what I do know is this – I can’t quite imagine what my life would be like without my two sisters by my side. All that talk about having that “sixth sense” – the knowing or sensing pain in a twin or triplet, while that might not quite fit our sisterly bond – well, that “sixth sense” in our case is that feeling of wholeness when we’re all three together.
No matter what we’ve ever faced together as children, throughout school and now that we’re adults with our own families, our own lives, we’ve always gotten through the good and the bad together…way better than if we’d tried to do it all alone. The strength of three is amazing.
But that three-strong bond also applies to the ridiculous amount of fun that we have whenever we’re together. The goofy giggle-fits over the silliest little things (ask Jen about the cloves she used in spice muffins when we were in middle school and I promise you we’ll be keeled over in hysterics in a matter of seconds). The fact that I can just look at Jo and say one word and she immediately cracks up at whatever that word reminds her of. Those around us just shake their heads and walk away – having no idea what or why we’re suddenly laughing our asses off.
And what I probably love the most about our sisterly bond today? How that has translated over to the utter adoration we have for our niece Isabel. Jen sure knows how to create beautiful little ones – Isabel is, quite simply, the most perfect little girl ever. Whenever the three of us are together with Isabel in tow – the love and affection we shower on her is palpable. When she was born and Jen was recovering from a very complicated birth at my house, I cherished those moments together so very much. The quiet chats we’d have while Isabel was nursing. The tea and cookies we’d have after dinner while Isabel napped on the swing nearby. It became this new ritual – sort of like going back into time a bit, when we still lived together under the same roof. Only this time? We weren’t immature kids who constantly bickered and didn’t ever understand what our mom said when she chided us for fighting so much, saying “you’ll only have each other one day, don’t ruin your relationship now.”
But now I know exactly what she meant. She saw the power of three-strong, even amidst the fighting we did when we were young. She knew that we’d outgrow that bickering phase and become the best of friends. And guess what? She was totally right. Without them, I am just a little bit weaker. Without them I feel alone and like a piece of me is missing.
Sisters…that bond, there is really no other relationship that can ever compare. Least of all triplet sisters. Three-strong, three-proud, three-loved.
Thank you sis, for capturing the essence of us, together. What I love most about this post is the glimmers of Jen’s thoughts on our sisterhood. You can tell we share a brain, in a sense, since much of what we are all saying in these posts are the thread that unites us. Love, support, laughter, and sure, fighting too. One of my favorite aspects of our sisterhood is that we truly are best friends…sister-friends, if you will. And having that built-in bond for the past 31 years has been nothing short of awesome.
We are family, we are friends, and there is nothing better than understanding each other than just looking in each other’s eyes. Cannot. be. beat.
Can you guess who’s who below?! (obviously Jen in the middle – that doesn’t count!)