Once upon a time there were two sisters who were nine years apart in age. Even though they loved each other very much, they couldn’t be more different from one another.
One had fine blond hair, while the other had curly dark brown hair.
One was average height, while the other was statuesque.
One excelled at school, particularly in English and Mathematics, while the other excelled at sports, especially in swimming and volleyball.
One was cautious and introverted and found solace in reading fiction, while the other was effervescent and gregarious and loved to hang out with friends.
One maintained virtually the same hair colour and style for over twenty years, while the other changed the colour and style of her hair on a monthly basis.
One pierced her ears as a teenager (just one hole in each lobe), while the other pierced each ear numerous times, and got a small tattoo or her ankle, followed fifteen years later by a larger one on her lower back.
One was determined to pursue a highly successful financial career, and the other set her sights on marrying the love of her life and being a stay-at-home mom.
One embraced a conservative outlook on life, while the other thrived on a seat-of the-pants approach.
One moved across the country to live on the wet West Coast, while the other moved to a subdivision within an hours drive of where they grew up.
Eventually each sister did get married and each sister did pursue a career, one in accounting and one in recreation therapy. Each sister had two children, a girl and a boy. As time went by, however, they traded aspirations, so that the conservative accountant became the stay-at-home mother and the outgoing athlete became the manager of many.
When the older sister’s daughter turned eighteen, and that daughter went to university far, far away, the older sister wondered: had the universe played a joke on the two sisters? After all, her crazy, charismatic, bohemian daughter had long brown hair (before she dyed it pink – yep, the latest!), numerous piercings (including a recent nose stud), a tattoo (still just one – fingers crossed), and desperately wanted to save the world from itself.
The younger sister, meanwhile, had a daughter with blond hair, who was cautious and careful, who enjoyed the orderly nature of mathematics, the quiet pleasure of reading, and who lived for dance – jazz, ballet and hip-hop.
we’re laughing right back. Really!