I was sitting at my sister's kitchen table eating blueberries when Fatou walked in. She is Jen's dear friend but might as well be mine, sisterhood is wide that way.
Fatou, in all of her six foot African beauty hugged me tightly.
We exchanged pleasantries but it wasn't long before she started asking real questions and working the magic of her wisdom.
"How is Lucy?" she inquired about my youngest child who is now two. Fatou somehow knows my girl without spending much time with her at all.
The girl who insists that the world take note of her presence just by breathing.
The girl who has excellent "instructional" skills.
(Thank you Jen for giving us a positive word/code for bossy)
The girl who loves popsicles and puppy dogs with all of herself.
The girl who soaks in pretty, the pretty in her, the pretty in the world.
The girl who breathes capability and confidence.
The girl whose joy fills every room she enters.
Fatou stared at my ever growing belly and said with her native accent,
"Her government is going down, no?"
I laughed while wonder filled the back of my mind.
Will the government really fall or it is just acquiring a new cabinet member?
I have to admit I have worried about what adding a new person will do to the mix of our family. What it will do to Lucy. But then I remember Fatou and my own sisters. The truth is there is nothing like a sister, those of blood and those chosen over time. The government and sisters are rising. I'm not sure the world is ready for Lucy and her sister or for the Supersisters rising everywhere.