Come on, sing it with me!
We are family! All my brothers, sisters and me!
I have to tell you, I have an awesome family. I’m lucky, I know. I have six siblings and we all have each others’ backs. And that’s an amazing feeling.
It’s good to know when stuff really sucks in your life, there is someone there who GETS IT and accepts you and lets you vent and helps you out.
It’s awesome to know when things are tough in your family, you can lean on each other for support and comfort.
But the best part? We help each other. Without expecting anything in return.
I know we learned that from my Dad. He was a giver and didn’t expect repayment. He had a bizarre set of arbitrary rules but he was a man of conviction and morals. He passed that down to his children, thankfully. His grandchildren are currently undergoing the “Dadisms” training. When I hear some of this stuff come out of my mouth, I’m all, “OMG MY WORST NIGHTMARE. I HAVE JUST BECOME MY PARENTS.”
But that’s a compliment, you see. Because they did a pretty awesome job, in my opinion.
Of course, sometimes I say yes too much. Sometimes I give and give and give some more and then give more and then I’m completely depleted. I have had toxic people in my life that sucked me dry. It took me a loooong time to figure that out. It also took me a long time to understand I didn’t have to help everyone. I only had to care enough to want to.
Learning to say, “no” was a learning experience. Of course, I’m still a proud card-carrying member of the “too stupid to say no” club (PTO). But that’s different because I get a high from volunteering.
(OK, I need to learn to say “no” there, too. Of course, you could have told me that last year when I volunteered to be the co-chair at both schools. Thanks a lot! Some friends you are!)
Where was I?
Just to give you an example, I have one brother that lives three blocks in one direction and one brother five blocks the other direction. Mom and another brother in the next town over, and only one of three sisters more than an hour;s drive away.
We’re there for one another. We didn’t always get along so well (Mooooom! He’s breeeeeeathing on meeeeee!) and sometimes we still drive each other crazy, but we’ve always loved each other. You know, when we weren’t busy stealing each other’s stuff or making faces behind each others’ backs.
(Shhhh…sometimes we still do that. Yes, we’re in our thirties and fourties. Never said we were mature.)
And no, you can’t have my family. They’re mine and I’m not sharing. So there.