Friday, May 15, 2009
I Think I'd Like a Sister Wife
Big Love. Have you seen it? It's on HBO. Tom Hanks is an Executive Producer. Bill Paxton stars. I love this show. We don't have HBO or Showtime but I do enjoy shows like Big Love and Dexter. I get obsessed, really. I end up watching an entire season within a few days. I get totally obsessed with the lives of the characters and the goings on of the storyline. This also happened recently with The Riches (an FX show you can watch on Hulu.com - starring Minnie Driver and Eddie Izzard as gypsies posing as rich people). I'm watching the last episode of season 3 of Big Love right now. I want a sister wife. I don't want to share my husband. That would be totally off limits. But to have someone who is part of our family, part of our home, helping to raise our children, have a share of the household duties... is so tempting. What it really boils down to, I suppose, is wishing we had more of ourselves. And if I stop and think about it... we kind of already have sister wives. Sister mothers. My children have other women who care for them, love them, teach them, nurture them. Miss Lisa. She cares for my children during the day. She feeds them, changes them, helps teach them potty skills, sings with them, plays with them, kisses their boo-boos, cheers for them, disciplines them. She is the second mother. Aunt Christy. In terms of friendship, she is the closest I've ever had to a sister. She knows me so well... and I know her so well... it often feels like the only thing missing is the history of shared memories that siblings get to share. She loves my kids. Should anything happen to me and Jeff, Christy would become guardian of our children. She would protect their relationships and honor the foundation of how we are raising our children. Grandma. My mother. Yes, there is a lot not... right... there. Who doesn't have issues with their mother? But my mom and I have found a way to become friends. And thankfully, we found that closeness prior to my having children. She has stepped up in ways that I never anticipated. She is so close with my daughter- they have a special bond that I know will continue to grow and blossom. And I am eager to see her relationship form and strengthen with my son, too. The women in our lives... sister wives, sister mothers, sisters, mothers, daughters. Where would we be without them?