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Sisters day

Sisters Day for my family started with my mom and all of her sister in 1982. My mom planned an amazing wedding celebration for me. Then she realized that she was way over her head. Her sisters jumped in and they worked every Thursday for three months to make my day memorable. They made my dress, bridesmaids dresses, little girls dresses, ties for the boys, centerpieces and all the food for the blessed occasion. It was the perfect day for me. What a wonderful celebration! They found that they could get a lot done mainly from 10 am to 12 pm one day a week. Many hands make light work. I was the recipient of their thoughtfulness, talents, and love.
Sisters Day continued for years after that. I took my children to “Sisters Day.” They loved playing with cousins. We took turns on having it at each of our homes. This is how it worked.

Every Thursday we would meet at someones home. They know beforehand and planed on a simple lunch for those who are coming. Sometimes the person in charge would call a potluck and we would bring leftovers or whatever we wanted.  They plan on a project and let everyone know what to bring. These are some of the things we have done.

Lots of mending, so sisters bring sewing machines, buttons or just themselves.
quilts, tying quilts, hand quilting and putting quilts together to get ready to quilt.
cleaning and organizing and even to go as far as painting a room. If someone couldn’t paint they would serve the brownies and visit, cheer the others on and often the children needed to be looked after. Many had gardens and there would be days of weeding. I enjoyed organizing pictures and making scrapbooks. We wrapped Christmas presents, made treats, washed windows and sometimes just did something fun together. We went on field trips to places we would never go alone. Service and helping our sisters is the main object of. “Sisters Day.” Making memories and friendships are the most important part. Helping sisters do things that seem really big.  If someone wants to come once a month that is great. If your mom or sister is in town and you want to bring her and her kids that is great. Not really any rules. Just real sisterly love.

So I am wanting to start this in our community. It would be great to meet new people and serve one another and I did.

Update! We started meeting once a week. We washed windows, picked up rocks out of the newly planted lawn, deep cleaned a living room, helped someone move, weeded flower beds, finished a quilt, and even made freezer meals for a month! We had the opportunity to help refinish a kitchen table and chairs. We will forever have friendships because of this.
But, “Sisters Day,” continues in many forms to this day. Two of my children have started working together twice a week with their spouses. They help each other with big projects. This is a total of 4 toddlers and two women and two men. They are doing big projects. This has been a blessing for both families. They are working for about four hours and with four adults working hard and fast, they can get a lot accomplished. I am so grateful that “Sisters Day,” lives.

I am a grandma now and I babysit and my children take care of me in their own unique way. My children have many skills. I have the opportunity to serve my children in their own homes, spend time with my grandchildren and in turn, they tutor me in college, I get my hair done professionally, edit my speeches, and even give me fashion advice! When it comes down to it, “Sisters Day,” is service and love. When you need help you have someone to help you. When I need to get my treats and Christmas wrapped I have someone to help. Because of the service, my mom taught me, “Sisters Day,” will forever be a family tradition.

4 thoughts on “Sisters day”

  1. This sounds good! We can start at my house if you want. I know what project I want to start with. I’ll make up something for lunch.

  2. This Thursday at my house: 415 S Cutler, Sufar City, please bring a sharp pair of scissors for cutting Denim Fabric. Lunch will be served! Please come.

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