I know this is sappy, but my family is great. They are all wonderful, good people. No, they aren’t perfect, but at their cores, they are good. I know that I am really lucky to have them.
My parents are truly great. I love them deeply. They helped me become the good person that I am. They are kind, loving, affectionate, and honest. They would support me through any endeavor I choose. They just want me to be happy. My sister is just as good. She would help me or any member of our family if they truly needed it. She is a loving mother to her children and I see them becoming just as trusting and loving as the rest of the family.
This is not to say we don’t have our moments. We have fought, argued really because no one threw any fists, had disagreements, but at the core we all love each other and want to grow and be decent people.
Just watch the news, you can see the horror that people do to their own families. I’ve heard stories from friends about the awful things their parents did to them. Nothing to be incarcerated for, but definitely therapy material. This reminds me that I am lucky because we don’t get to choose our family.
Also, families are not just defined in the traditional sense anymore. My family fits in that definition, but that’s just how it happened. It doesn’t make us any better than people whose parents chose not to stay married, never married, or had two mommies or two daddies. Every family has a different route to travel and as long as love is the motivation, what does it matter how that path is taken?