To Make A Family
by Joy Monger
This past Thanksgiving we went around the table and said what we were thankful for. Good health, babies, and stable jobs were all mentioned and celebrated. When it came to be my turn I said “I am thankful for the family you make.”
I happened to be celebrating Thanksgiving with my best friend’s parents, and their children, and their in-laws. Which is who I have celebrated with for the past many years. It’s become tradition. And I love it. I am their “other daughter” and they have welcomed Don like a Son.
I did miss my other family terribly; my mother and sister and so on, but they are also out creating new traditions with other families that they made. And those families are now my family too.
Today my Dad was driving me to work (he’s my step-dad officially, but Dad none-the-less) and he said something about his “Son-in-law” (who is my sister’s boyfriend, but Son none-the-less). It made me smile.
My boyfriend considers my mom to be his Mother-in-law, some of my favorite cousins are not related to me by blood, and I am definitely my best friend’s son’s Aunt.
If I drew my family tree it would look more like wild jungle with a lush canopy. Or maybe a field of sunflowers all facing the same direction.
Aunt Sus and Uncle Stanton, my Sister Karen, and my second mom Karen Lopez, the Funkes and the Farrs, the Cornejos and Meyers, would all be there too.
We have made the most beautiful family.
The bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each other’s life.
Rarely do members of one family grow up under the same roof. –Richard Bach, Illusions