I’ve been thinking about family A LOT lately.
Being cooped up in a house with 4 other family members will do that to a person.
Things run remarkably smooth, however.
There’s virtually no fussing or fighting.
The most drama I get is from my daughter who is still experiencing teenage angst at 18.
But it’s not as bad as it used to be.
I have nothing but respect for my parents.
They raised three children, from totally unknown DNA stock, and cobbled together a family, despite our differences.
And believe me, they are numerous.
I remember as a child growing up there would be conflict and I’d feel like the world was coming to an end.
But the world did not end.
Instead, we always managed to mend fences.
I was never one to hold a grudge (unless you’re my high school nemesis, lol KIDDING).
Thankfully, I am blessed to live with people who forgive me when I fuck up.
And believe you me, I fuck up royally sometimes.
But most of the time, it’s my dad who is the grouchy yet lovable curmudgeon.
The thing is, the people who mean the most to you are the ones with the ability to hurt you the most.
So forgiveness is necessary if we want to stay a family.
And so far, we’ve done remarkably well.
Sure, I occasionally get the stink eye from my kids for days after a fight.
But it blows over.
Because family = forgiveness.
That’s just how family works.