Sunday, December 14, 2014

What is Family?

Family

I think when most people describe their family, they usually say something along the lines of, "My family is crazy." I know I have said that plenty of times, but that is just what you say when you don't want to go into detail.

My family isn't nuts but everyone is so different and unique that I like to compare them to a traveling side-show that everyone can relate to.

My mother is the person I never understood until I hit my late thirties and went to therapy.  Now, I get it; she did what she could and she tried even when she was so tired and fed up with her life... she still tried.

I have realized that now that I am older, and I see how different the generations are (like between my son and me).  My mom's generation, just after WWII, is worlds away from mine. I didn't have to get married so I could move out of the house and I was never poor like my mother was. I didn't have to walk past bombed out houses with my mother when I was little.
Now, my mother is in her late sixties with a smartphone, a tablet and she is dating. Hell, if I am even half as modern and hip as she is when I am her age, I will happy.

Then there is my sister, the one who makes me look smart. She is the one who has the brains and the boobs -- the sibling that wants everyone to just get the fuck along. No matter what the issue is, just hug that shit out. Of course, virtually because we live too far apart to really do it.
She is the one who saves money for a rainy day and makes sure that everything is taken care of and everybody has what they need.

She is the writer and the organizer and the saver and the kick in the ass that keeps us all talking when we act stupid.
She was the one I wanted when my dad died, because he was her dad, too and she hurt just as much as I did, if not more.
It doesn't get much better than her -- she is good people.

It's not all girls in the family; we got boys, too.
I have a brother that I can't tell you much about because we don't have much to do with each other, not because we don't like each other, but because we have never spent much time on the same continent. So it's hard to say he is a good man, though I can say that.

And then there is the oldest of us, the brother that still thinks I am a teenager with a dirty mouth.
The one who knows about my life because he reads this blog but never comments except for sending me a text with, "Loved the blog, you're funny!"
He is the one who acts like a total snob when he comes to visit you and will not stay in your house because it isn't fit for a peasant let alone his highnass but will stand at the grocery store and pay for a single mom's groceries.
He can't take a compliment without saying something stupid, and he constantly tells me that there is something wrong with me, but he loves me and thinks I am awesome, even if he would never, ever admit it.
So, that is the family, the ones who have not been in the same room at the same time in 10 years. I don't think there is a room big enough to hold all of our personalities at the same time -- we are really loud and sarcastic.

Yup, that is my traveling sideshow and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Take care,
Julia




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