"There’s no bond quite like sisters. We laugh together, cry together, and sometimes, we even become each other’s mothers." – Little Women
That quote has always struck a chord with me. It’s like the story of my life, perfectly captured in a few words. The relationship between sisters is so much more than just growing up together. It’s about care, protection, and love, It’s about being each other’s strength, no matter where life takes us.
This is my tale—a story of how my sister is not a sibling but no lesser than it -Daksha, actually Dr. Daksha, who is six years older than me and like my second mother, guides me through life, and this blog will explain how our journey evolved when she became a mother herself. How together we lived through the transition from sisterhood to motherhood, not just for her but for me as well.Yes it may be personal but needed a limelight.
She is not only a guide, my protector—she mothered me in ways I didn’t fully understand until much later. From those early school mornings when she made sure I had my lunch packed and had it on time, to the late-night conversations where she helped me navigate heartbreaks, she was always there. Every challenge I faced, she stood by my side, her presence steady, her love unshakeable. It felt like she was the one constantly taking care of me, showing me the way.
But life has a funny way of shifting roles. When she got married and moved to Canada, I thought things would change dramatically. But guess what? FaceTime became our new lifeline. Suddenly, I was living every moment with her—from baby kicks to bizarre pregnancy cravings—all through the magic of video calls. It was like I had a front-row seat for the whole show, minus the jet lag! Whether it was her 3 AM rants about backaches or virtual shopping sprees for baby clothes, I was there, laughing, advising, and just soaking in the fun chaos.
That journey from sisterhood to motherhood was one we lived together. When she told me that she was expecting, it wasn’t just her world that changed—it felt like ours did. I was by her side, cherishing the small moments: hearing about her cravings, feeling Saaru’s first kick, and witnessing my once overprotective sister experience a new kind of love. We shared those little joys and worries, the anticipation, and the wonder of what was to come.
And when Saaru finally arrived, it was as if our bond found a new depth. She had been a mother to me in so many ways, and now she was a mother for real, with me watching in awe as she embraced this new chapter. I was lucky enough to be part of every step, from her pregnancy to those first few weeks of sleepless nights and baby giggles.And don't forget the facetime was the channels The love she had given me all my life was now flowing into her daughter, and I, as "maasi," got to bask in that love too.
Our sisterhood evolved—it wasn’t just about us anymore. It became about the three of us. Watching her step into motherhood through the camera’s has been a privilege, and in Saaru, I see the continuation of the love and care we always shared. We’ve gone from being sisters navigating life together to being partners in raising the next generation. And in that journey, our bond has only grown stronger.
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