Monday, October 18, 2010
A Tale of Five Sisters
Five Sisters, Two Families....30 Something Years Later
Growing up I always knew that my birth father had other children. They grew up in a different state and were a generation older than us. So they were adults when we were children...having children of their own, who are now close to our age. So we didn't get to know them and never got an oppertunity to meet them....until now.
How strange that at almost 30 years old I am getting the oppertunity to meet "new" siblings! About a month ago, Michelle and I took a trip a couple states over to visit with our oldest sister Carol. We were a little nervous, but she was so nice and warm....I really couldn't believe after all these years how easy this visit was. She told us all about our other sisters and their families and the few things she had known about us as children.
Shortly after visiting with Carol, we were contacted by our sister Kelly, who was so excited to get to know us and wanted to meet us too. So yesterday Michelle, Kylee, Asher, and I got into the car and headed out for dinner with Two sisters and a neice (who is just a couple years younger than I am)
What strikes me the most, is how much you can like people that you just met! Kelly and Elaine are both really warm and bubbly people, it would be hard to not feel fondness for them. The other most striking thought was how crazy it feels to sit around a table with girls you just met and realise how much you all look alike! Specifically Elaine and Myself.
Elaine's daughter brought pictures of them all throughout the years and if you took a picture of me as a teenager and one of Elaine....you might not be able to tell us apart....its like twin sisters separated by a generation : )
We shared a meal and chatted for going on three hours about our lives, in fact we didn't even touch on the one thing we've always shared until right before it was time to go....our father. Going into it I was worried that it would be the only thing we would be able to talk about....but it turns out we have a lot more in common than I thought we would.
Its so great after all these years to meet the other "moffett girls" I lowercased the name because I don't think any of us truly own being a moffett anymore. I used to hate the name, but now I don't...because its the thing that links me to these other women : )
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Amazing story, I'm so happy for you. Family is what you make of it.
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