Ya's Ya's, Dancing with Elephants

Our small chapter started with the realization that we were simply good for each other's soul. When together, we didn't necessarily dwell on the maladies that existed below the forced smiles. Death, illness, pain, hurt, questions, anxieties..... Somehow for a short spell while we were together, the elephant in the room disappeared. And then as life does, it proved that there was always going to be an elephant and if there is, we might as well dance with it. And dance we do.... Midnight in pajamas ~Soul Train style~ around the kitchen island as the blender chops our ice into a magical Pina Colada concoction while Harry Nilsson's song ~Lime in the Coconut~ plays on the IPOD docking station. But, it's so much more now. It doesn't end when the blender goes into the dishwasher. We draw from it, we give it wings (or brooms.)  No matter where we are, we are connected and protected by the strength of our unity.
We have our Ya Ya Sisterhood generated names. Duchess Culture Vulture, Empress She Sings In The Rain and Queen of Chocolate. That's right, there were a grand total of three Ya Ya's. We had the smallest chapter in the nation for seven years. It was painfully obvious how selfish we were as we sat with our umbrella drinks at Coconut Joe's one lazy Saturday afternoon. The hostess paraded a group of 15 T-shirt professed Ya Ya's by us. I went over to talk to them and they told me that most had flown in from other states to be together. One asked "How many are in your group?"  I sheepishly replied "Three."  We have done better since then. We are four with the addition of Princess Fresh as a Daisy.  And...we have two new inductees this spring!
Initiation is hilarious and top secret. But requirement's are simple.
Leave the drama for the Llamas.
Ability to say and hear truth.
Availability at three o'clock in the morning for an ear bender if needed.
 Accept each others individuality and inadequacies.
Ability to lift or drag fair share of up to 250 pounds of dead weight.
Decisions are made by unanimous votes. e.g., On a Ya Ya trip to North Carolina, two Ya Ya's decided that one Ya Ya's choice of music sucked. Her Melinda Doolittle CD shines on for the Magpie today off of I-40 between Columbia and Charlotte.
Ya Ya's are women who can put lipstick on in the dark, but slice a green tomato with their tongue. They have steel resolve (shovels, guns and cauldrons.)  They are fierce as Eagles, talons sharpened and ready to defend family or loved ones. They can put on a shin dig like you have never seen, Top Chef or Roadside Diner.
Think... Witches of Eastwick, Practical Magic, Ya Ya Sisterhood, Steel Magnolias, Beaches, Cocktails and Fried Green Tomatoes all rolled up into one.
This past weekend as I sat in the room with the Ya Ya's I looked around and realized there were a lot of elephants in the room today. I thought of all of the past elephants. Memories now, a new circus arrives to replace them. But... Oh, how often this group of gals has rallied over the years for each other and danced those elephants right out of the room.
Seconds later the laughter rings out as Duchess appears with ~The Broom~ We all take our turn at making it stand by itself. Our powers are limited only by what we refuse to believe and is at it's strongest when we are together. Actually, one of us can talk warts off, but only if you get her before her third glass of wine.
We all like to think we have a special power and we do but we are strongest when we are together. Our power comes from Love, Faith, Sprinkled with a little imagination and dogged fortitude.
And to think, if we had waited for those elephants to leave, we would have never danced.