The Sisterhood: We’re All in This Together. ~ Suanne Laqueur

Via on Feb 17, 2013

blond sisters

It should feel natural to call an unknown woman of my own age bracket “sister” rather than “Hey, um…” or worse, “ma’am.”

I was in Starbucks with my son one afternoon, and we were examining the goodies in the display case when a black gentleman spoke to me.

“Excuse me, sister, are you in line?”

“No, no, you go, we’re deciding,” I said.

“Thank you, sister,” he said, and stepped up to order. Meanwhile my son was watching, and I could tell, processing. I got my coffee, he got his treat, and we sat down at a table. It took him all of four seconds to dive in.

“Why did that man call you ‘sister’?”

I smiled. “Well he didn’t know my name, and maybe he likes to say ‘sister’ instead of ‘ma’am.”

“Do you like that?”

“I do actually,” I said.

He was done with the topic and into his game. I drank my coffee and thought about the salutation of “sister,” and a very vivid memory I have of its usage.

It was a train ride, nearly 17 years ago. My boyfriend (now my husband) and I had broken up, and I was taking the train home from Manhattan with a bag full of belongings. You know that ride, right? It’s as good as it gets.

I had no recollection of how I’d become so entrenched in his apartment, and now I figured it was going to take me a month to extricate myself, and I could not wrap my mind around the fact that I was no longer part of a couple.

I sat by the window, pressed up against the side of the car, wanting to disappear in the crack between the seat and the wall, wanting to be invisible, wanting to die.

I’m not one for crying in public but I was exhausted, and when the tears came—screw it—I just let them fall. I was one miserable mess and the damn train wasn’t even at 125th Street.

Then someone tapped my arm.

“Are you all right, sister?” A black woman was sitting there.

When did she sit down?

I had no idea, but there she was, reaching across the empty middle seat between us and offering me a tissue. I took it and tried to smile.

“Heartbreak hell,” I said.

She nodded. “I thought that might be it. I’m sorry. You go ahead and cry.” She opened a book and started to read and left me be. I looked back out the window, clutching my ball of damp tissue, strangely touched by the “sister” she had used.

Are you all right, sister?

Sister.

I liked that she called me sister. Why didn’t we all do that? Why wasn’t that salutation the norm for all women, black, white or otherwise? It should feel natural to call an unknown woman of my own age bracket “sister” rather than “Hey, um…” or worse, “ma’am.”

So I tried it out, not long after, in the mall when I saw a woman struggling to get on the escalator with a stroller and a toddler.

I said, ”Do you need help, sister?”

She smiled and thanked me and we got her safely aboard, but my insides had cringed.

I felt dumb.

“Sister” felt phony, like trying on a jacket three sizes too small. I didn’t try it again.

Fairly recently, I was in line at a deli in the city, wearing one of my favorite grey sheaths, and the woman behind me tapped my shoulder and said, “Sister, you are wearing the hell out of that dress.”

I thanked her, burning with pleasure, and jealous of how natural and wonderful “sister” sounded in her mouth. Damn her.

So while I can’t say it naturally, I’m always acutely aware of the sisterhood.

We women…we’re all in this together, but too often in our youth we view each other as competition.

It’s in our later, wiser years that we come to realize how much we rely on each other—not only our close girlfriends, but more and more often, strangers.

I sponsor a woman in Afghanistan through Women for Women International; she is my sister. I sponsor a child in Mozambique through Save the Children; she is also my sister. But these are big, globally-organized relationships.

In the everyday world, I try to sponsor women in another way: just by saying something.

It’s so simple and has such an impact, but too often things go unsaid.

I try to say them.

If I see a woman wearing a knockout pair of shoes, I tell her. If the dress is fabulous, I tell her. If she’s juggling a stroller and a grocery bag and a toddler, I ask if I can help.

Because when a woman, a stranger, leans into your space and gives you a tissue, a hand, or a compliment, she becomes your sister.

That woman on the train, she is my sister, and I often think of her, 17 years later, when I am now forever entrenched with that boyfriend, and I thank her for being in that seat, thank her just for being socially fearless and asking:

“Are you all right, sister?”

Yes. I’m all right. Thank you, sister.

 

Suanne LaqueurSuanne Laqueur is an avid writer, reader, gardener and cook.  She lives in Somers, New York and strives to pin down life’s little moments into stories. She blogs at www.eatsreadsthinks.com.

 

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7 Responses to “The Sisterhood: We’re All in This Together. ~ Suanne Laqueur”

  1. KateLM says:

    Loved this! Thank you Sister <3

  2. @mamamaile says:

    We must all support each other – even if it is just to give a tissue & sit next to them while they cry. Thank you!

  3. Erica says:

    So true and beautifully written! And a good reminder that we are all sisters and need to support each other and lift each other up. <3

  4. Frank Ganeles says:

    I am always impressed at how Suanne can knit an every day occurrence into a sweater of an adventure. She is my karmic sister :-)

  5. Ami Summertime says:

    I loved this, my sister. I'm also proud to consider you one. <3

  6. Mike says:

    Love this article, Suanne – you have a true gift…

  7. Denise says:

    Thank you for so beautifully articulating what many of us let go unsaid between us….just the other day I "leaned" into a strangers space to compliment the incredibly fabulous shoes she was wearing. Her face lit up and I swear she pranced away from me like she owned the catwalk! One small gesture, just 5 secs in time, left us both smiling. So happy to have found you, sister Suanne.

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