The Sisterhood

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Last Mother’s Day, I paid homage in my Mother’s Day remembrance to six women who epitomized in every way, motherhood, with all its joys, tears, trials and tribulations. They were six sisters, raised and nurtured by dreamers who lived the simple life, but shared the greatest gift of all with their daughters – their passion and compassion for life and for living.

THE SISTERHOOD

By Al Garcia

Last Mother’s Day, I paid homage in my Mother’s Day remembrance to six women who epitomized in every way, motherhood, with all its joys, tears, trials and tribulations.  They were six sisters, raised and nurtured by dreamers who lived the simple life, but shared the greatest gift of all with their daughters – their passion and compassion for life and for living. 

Growing up in the Valley, I saw and felt the love, devotion, attentiveness and dedication these women had for your marriages and for their children.  Six sisters -- Maria, Sofia, Soila, Virginia, Leonor, and of course, my mom, Sara (the baby of the family) -- the sisterhood that shared and embraced their motherhood with unequaled passion and intensity.

Six sisters who shared childhood dreams, teenage love and rivalries, wedding days, and finally motherhood.  Six hearts that beat in unison, and one shared soul, stitched and sewed by loving parents, that bound the six for a lifetime.  In the best of times, and in the worst of times, it was the sisterhood they shared that saw them through the days and through the seasons that challenged their strength, their courage, and even their faith.  Six sisters who became women of substance.  Strong.  Determined.  Courageous.  But, also six fragile, sensitive, caring, perceptive, thoughtful, and most of all, loving sisters and amazing mothers.

Motherhood seemed to come naturally and easily to them.  They had within them the spirit and the soul of generations past, instilled in them by ordinary parents with extraordinary hearts.  Their sisterhood was bound by a heritage of profound faith and courage, and a legacy of nurtured love, patience and hope.  Their motherhood was the culmination of dreams that survived their struggles and tears.  Their lives a culmination of the worst and best of what life had dealt them, at a time when every day was a challenge, yet every moment cherished.  And they persevered.  Growing stronger, wiser, and closer to each other with each season that passed.

It was this life among the sisterhood that nurtured me and loved me and my man cousins during our childhood and our youth.  Our lives growing up was not only about our own brothers and sisters, but about our cousins – and about experiencing the naturalness of love and acceptance among a family of dreamers.

Through my Mom and her sisters, I learned about compassion and empathy.  I learned how family was more than just one father, one mother and your brothers and sisters.  A family, I learned, could be as large and as strong as your heart.  And my Mom and her sisters had big and powerful hearts – creating one family that continues to grove and evolve and dream to this day.

It is on this Mother’s Day that I remember my own Mom, but also the sisterhood that continues to walk with me and those who they touched, through the journey of our lives.I especially remember their courage and their strength, and how it taught me to make my own choices in life – choices that would fulfill my life and help make my life complete.  They taught me how to dream and how to make my dreams come true, with hope and with confidence.  And with each day that they loved and guided us, I believe they knew the persons we would be, and the persons we would become. 

They each helped shape our lives, and made us who I we are today – content and happy to have been a part their lives.  I know that deep down inside, we all will always remember them, because no one could have touched and molded our lives as they did, and because of them, we know that their hand and their hearts continue to guide us even now.

For me and my cousins, if I may be presumptuous, time has not healed the wound of their passing.  The wounds remain.  Time has only created scars to lessen the pain, but the grief and heartache of their loss continues nonetheless, especially during this special day honoring their motherhood and the special sisterhood they shared, and that we were all a part of.

I do not believe the wounds of loss will ever heal completely.  It is remembering and reflecting on these six amazing women, sisters and mothers, that keeps each of them alive in our hearts and in our minds, and more importantly, in the lives of grandchildren and great-grandchildren who never had the chance to know them, to be loved by them, to be a part of their lives.  The essence of them, which was their unconditional love of family, has never died nor faded from the lives of those of us still remember. 

I still have my memories and my personal thoughts of the sisterhood -- and the six mothers, who now all gone, continue to uplift me and empower me with their sense and appreciation of family and of me. 

In our great extended family, Mother’s Day is more than celebrating one mother or one heart.  Mother’s Day is the celebration of a sisterhood that still lives and still blossoms, just ask anyone in our family . . . .


Submitted: June 03, 2021

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