Yes, I know, tomorrow is day 9…so you get a preview 😉
I am thankful for my biological family…my parents, my sisters and my grandparents.
Like most people of my generation (end of GenX), I do wish I had that neat little nuclear family, but I think our parents were the divorce generation. I do have memories of growing up with all my family under one roof, though, since I was a Freshman in High School when my parents finally divorced. I love those memories…I pick my favorite memories and use them as guidelines for what I want to do/be/provide for my kids.
I have one sister who is 2 years younger than me, and boy we did not get along as kids! Now, of course, we are very close and even only live about a mile from each other. I can always count on her to help me out in a pinch, or just to talk about anything. We don’t get to spend much time together now that we are both working mommies, but we cherish the time we do get together. One of the most awesome things is that we are almost opposites as far as temperment, what we enjoy and want out of life, we have different politics and different socio-economic statuses. But what really matters is that we are sisters…we have a special bond that I am so thankful for.
I also have a sister who is 20 years younger than me (and 2 1/2 years older than my oldest daughter). She is technically my half sister from my mother, but she is my sister. She is really more like a niece, and she and K have played together for years. Today she got to spend the day with my younger daughters and me and we had a blast.
I have enjoyed getting to watch her grow up…I was even my mom’s birth coach so I was there when she was born! Again, we have that bond of sisters.
My mom and I are pretty close, and she lives in the same town also. She has been such a big help to me and my family, and the girls love spending time with her. She has been absolutely amazing through everything we have been through with M, always willing to learn more about her most recent diagnosis and accepting her readily for who she is. She is the person in my family I am most similar to, and she is always there to listen, but also understands when I just don’t want to talk.
My dad lives in Tennessee, but I usually get to see him once a year. I love my dad, he is such a sweet person. The girls adore him, too. They call him “silly Grandpa” and talk about him all the time. My dad has also been there when I need him and always looked out for me and my family. In a lot of peculiar ways my husband is a lot like my dad…so I guess I picked well. 😉
My maternal grandparents have both passed away years ago, but growing up they were my favorite people on the planet. They were the most wonderful, caring, amazing people. Their house was the place I knew I had unconditional love. Writing about them is actually making me very sad…I miss them so much…they really showed me God’s love and sometimes I long for my Grandma to hug me and make me a gross peanut butter, butter and jelly sandwich. The love they had for each other was also an amazing, rare thing to witness. I think Heaven will be just like being a little girl in my Grandma’s lap in her purple arm chair watching Jeopardy.
My paternal grandparents also live in Tennessee, and I see them also about once a year. They are loving, always quick with a prayer and a kind word. I feel like I am “home” when I visit them, and it is always so hard to leave. My Grandma’s cooking is better than any restaurant and I just love to sit and chat with her, or fish with my Grandpa. They always make sure we have what we need and are very generous, giving people. They also have a long, wonderful love story, and my husband and I got married on their 53rd wedding anniversary.
I have been blessed with a wonderful family who all love me and are there for me if I need them. Not everyone can say that, and I am thankful for my family.