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Sisterhood



I grew up with 3 older sisters, who are now some of my closest friends. But it wasn’t always like that. Growing up as the youngest, I was excluded from a lot of things; pushed into a closet a time or two, and shushed more times than I can count, but it comes with the territory. I often take it for granted until I talk to someone who didn’t have the privilege of growing up with sisters. Though I see it as an advantage, I sometimes forget that my girls in Faith Home have a similar story of sisterhood.

Sidenote: My girls are anything but little girls. I use the term girls in a similar way as when referring affectionately to my adult female friends.

For many of my “girls”, their sisters are the girls they have grown up with at SCH. A few of them have been with SCH since Day 1--literally, and have shared fights, meltdowns, grief, heartbreak, and disappointments with one another. They’ve seen people-staff and volunteers- as well as children (through reunification, adoption and unfortunately through death) come and go. They truly are ride-or-die, homies for life and friends til the end, even though at times they don’t always act like it.

There are many times where I have to defend one to the other, step in and stop one or more of them from berating another one or bossing one another around, etc. If you have daughters, grew up with sisters or around sisters, you know exactly what I’m talking about. However, there’s a very real element that makes their sisterhood a little different- trauma. Sometimes they react to one another from a place of hurt and trauma and that’s where the difficulty comes in. Each one of them may have experienced very similar things that has bonded them together, but each of them has taken it i