Sunday, January 31, 2010

In A Family

Forgive my lack of writing for a few days. Hand surgery on my right hand will certainly cramp my style. I’ll be back ASAP.

Family. It’s a way of life.

My mother and father welcomed anyone to stay with us who needed a home. Sometimes family stayed with us, sometimes strangers. It was a way of life. Mother and Dad took everyone to heart.

When working at the high school, I found that many kids needed the same from me and my family. I became mom to many kids and they became sisters and brothers to my children. The cycle has never ended.
But then, aren’t we all of the same family. What befalls our brothers and sisters does indeed befall us all. So why don’t we do better at taking care of one another?

With separation of family, comes a loss of something that ‘way back when’ was just common knowledge: You always were there for a neighbor or friend. As family is strewn across the globe the once tight nest becomes not only empty but also a bit tattered. Some people find another nest to crawl into, sometimes a group of friends. Some communities are still embracing and always there is the church community.

Yet, we all look for that one person we can go to with all of our flaws, our misery, and to be embraced by unconditional love. I’m nothing special, but I like to think that I have a door open to anyone who needs a friend. I hope I am a friend to all mankind even if it is nothing more than a ready smile.

We have a large family that consists of childhood friends, past students, my children’s friends and past workmates. We are all family. Maybe someday all of the pockets of small families will consolidate and the world will have peace.

It’s a thought.

1 comment:

  1. I'm proud to say that there is a sizable contingent of young people who called me Mom even though they had their own moms. Now I am becoming Grannie to an extended group of young people not limited to my own family. When I met my oldest granddaughter's boyfriend the other day, my granddaughter solemnly instructed him, "You have to call her Grannie Pie."

    Being the recipient of a special name is a really wonderful gift...