Family is a very odd thing if you ask me. Which you didn’t, but just go with me on this one…
As children we fight to be seen as “grown up” as a “big kid”, but then once we get a chance at freedom, we find ourselves calling home more to “check up” on our parents, make sure they aren’t missing us too much. The human spirit wants independence, craves the feeling of having control over life.
But the second we lose that control, or rather, the very moment we have the epiphany that we have even less grasp on life than we thought we did, our family is what we cling to. For some this doesn’t strictly mean blood relations. I have a great faith community that I like to think of as family, but when it concerns me, and this post, I am talking of my genetic connections.
They are loud, competitive, adrenaline junkies, foodies, adventurist who for the most part have no clue what “subtle” means, that is of course unless they are planning a surprise or prank. I love them, some days I can’t stand them, but I will always love them. That is the problem with families. Whether blood related or not, there is a connection.
This connection can make us nostalgic, sappy, angry, extremely happy, and giddy idiots. That is why God made families, because we can’t do it on our own. Through God we can do everything, truth, but with family we can learn, grow, and work through anything that God puts in our path.
Life is chaos, and as much as I would like to say that family is the order among it, that would be painting you a deceptive word portrait. While I can tell you that I have been driven to near panic attacks due to my family. And I cannot pretend to know what it is like to worry as a parent does, but I can tell you that my brother and I have given our parents a few grey hairs. Nicknames like Taz, demon child (me), and injury girl (not my brother), are not readily given out.
Family only adds to the chaos, and I should let it be known that I am not an anarchist, but I feel like this is the perfect design for humans. If family was all order, it would be drowned in the vast jumble of life, it’s laws and quiet order would have as much power over our lives as a gerbil cage has over a bengal tiger. Family is the conditioning for life.
At this moment I feel like laughing at the craziness of life, because it’s got nothing on my fam. It’s as if the universe just challenged me to a race up a steep hill in a down pour, and I’ve already sprinted up and down Mt. Everest in less than an hour.
God bless my family, and all families in this world…they keep us strong.