What is family? As I’m sitting here spending time with my husband and children this Mother’s Day, I know that this right here is family. What about beyond that? Beyond the walls of your home, what is family?
My parents and siblings are out to dinner. I wasn’t invited. According to my dad I have my own family. What does that mean?
I hate holidays. I remember hanging out at my best friends house during holidays. Her whole family, aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, everybody would be together. It was a great time yet I was always left feeling slightly envious. My family rarely does that. My mom makes it seem as if she doesn’t want to and my dad always seems annoyed.
I can’t wait to buy our house. If our apartment wasn’t so small I’d have every holiday at my home. That’s what I’ve always wanted. Sunday dinners, random stop bys. I love the idea of it. I wish I knew.
I wish I knew what family is.