From the far reaches of the galaxy it seems, when I say I’m a sorority alumna I get two typical responses. Oh, so you partied a lot or Why did you join a sorority? You don’t seem like THAT type of girl. Let me set the record straight on this. I am a proud and ever thankful member of my sorority. Yes, I have everlasting friends and NO I don’t see it as paying for them. I paid dues yes, but that was for events, but rearing back to the point here… I joined a sorority when I was a little 20 year old girl who finally moved away from most of the people she knew. I had 2 really good high school friends I went to college with, but I had always dreamed of joining a sorority. I had dreamed of the cliche toga parties, the awesome social events, the BOY connections (come on I was 20), I dreamed about having ever true and lasting friendships. From the deepest parts of my heart I wanted to be accepted by these girls I didn’t even know. I loved what they stood for and was mesmerized by the grace each one of them had. What does being a part of a sorority have to do with my blog? Well, after I began the process of going alum, I became less active in my sorority. When you become less active you lose a lot of contact with your sisters. I ended up becoming pregnant my last year of school, and was punched in the gut with news that my unborn son had a congenital heart defect. (CHD for short) I posted on social media that the doctor was sure it was Hypoplastic Left Heart Syndrome (HLHS for short) a defect by which the left side of the heart doesn’t properly and in some cases, doesn’t at all develop. Callan had 2 chambers instead of the normal 4 chamber heart. I had a whirlwind response that scared the crap out of me. A sorority sister’s son had the EXACT same heart condition. She wanted to talk to me, but I was too terrified. I remember her speaking about the heart condition when I was an active, and realizing how real it was terrified me to no end. Cut to having my son and staying in the hospital for our first time, (a month) I had sisters come visit and do such selfless and wonderful things for me. The day of his first heart surgery two sorority sisters showed up. One bought Boston Market for my whole family! One brought adorable baby clothes and stayed while I cried! Cut to multiple visits in the hospital I had two of my closest sisters visit multiple times. Cut to the same sister whose son is affected by the same condition, and how out of everyone she became my legs to stand on. She and another sister bought me a blanket and care package that no one else can understand how much it meant to me. I still use my blanket and it’s one of my most cherished possessions. Cut to my son’s funeral. I barely remember that day at all, but I remember coming out of the service and I saw a group of my sisters. It blew my mind away. I truly cannot remember exactly who all came, but I remember they were there. No matter who I’m fighting with at this particular time or in the past or even in the future these ladies are family. These ladies were a part of my life when I thought my life was over. Now, two years later, I barely talk to any of them. We’ve all grown in separate ways and for some of those relationships it really hurts than there’s so much distance, but if you were to ask me if I regret joining I’d say I’d do it again a million times over because what I got out of my sorority was support. Sororities are not all about the parties, the boys, the networking, and the fabulousness; sororities are about the support women give one another when all they have are each other. Sorority women are life lines, late night phone calls, a shoulder to cry on, support systems, family, and a true and constant friend. To my own sisters I want to say thank you. Thank you for being there for me when I couldn’t be there for myself. Thank you for being in the worst imaginable memories and being the light in those memories. Thank you for loving me, and I hope the paths we are on will one day come back together and become close again. I love each one of my sisters and I hope they realize they made a difference in my life.

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