Especially when your sister is an artist.
This time it was a Sunday night craft.
Friendship bracelets.
Sounds fun right? Yeah I thought so too until my sister pulled out the bag filled with every color thread imaginable. My head instantly started to ache. You see, I tend to have a hard time making decisions. And to choose which combination of colorful string I would use to create my own masterpiece, a bracelet so carefully woven together in colorful bands- each thread piecing together in perfect compliment of color..signifying the strength of our friendship as a family, the struggles, the joys, the setbacks, the success... oh boy. This would be impossible.
Okay no, I'm not serious. I wasn't exactly thinking that. It was more like what colors do I wear most, are they good summer colors..that sort of thing. But still impossible to choose.
I stared at the colors spread on the table.
Purple, yellow, red, blue? No, no, no. Light blue, white, green, brown? No because I couldn't wear it with black. Hmm. Orange, yellow, white, red? No, too bright, too cliche. Ugh.
Around me everyone else was snipping away at this blue, and that green.
After what seemed like an hour, I finally chose my four colors. Purple, yellow, white, light green. The next step was learning how to make it. And this is where being a perfectionist...is like a hot tub in 115 degree weather. Miserable. (Matt you are the only exception..)
Needless to say, my Sunday night craft turned into a literal all night craft. And between being a perfectionist, and craft-making challenged.. I couldn't do it.
Everyone else was done. Even my two brother in laws... And my 3 year old nephew. Everyone.
Discouraged and flustered I gave up. I would have to go without a friendship bracelet.
It was then that the reason for the bracelets proved itself.
"Lemme see your wrist"I stared and lifted my arm."Hmm...Weird. Perfect fit."A smile broke across my sister's face. I was still confused."You made it for me?"
Of course she did. She made it for me. Because she cared. Because she saw that I obviously was not capable of making a 4 stringed, knotted bracelet that you make in 4th grade. (I seriously need to work on my craft skills.)
And so I wear it. Everyday. Because like she explaind to my nephew...
this...
...means friendship. It means that even when we are far away from each other, we are still friends. That when we look at the 4 stringed fourth grade bracelet it means something more than just what outfit will this go with. It means Okana.
And Okana- means families stick together.
Through thick and thin. Through good and bad. Through hard and easy. Through life.
Everyday. Because my sister took the time to help me when I couldn't do it myself.
Because my family sticks together.
