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3. Family. Tough subject for me, because I wonder if I should talk about the family I came from, or the family I have built with my Beloved. Most of the former is no longer living, and although I love my brother and sister dearly, I don't feel comfortable talking about them too much. They are wonderful, smart, talented people, but for some reason I feel oddly protective of them -- like their "mine" and I don't want to share. I feel a bit the same about my Beloved, though I have soliloquized on him before. ;)
Family is the bedrock of my life -- something that has always defined me, in the same way water is defined by the glass. My family is what divides me from not-me, and blurs the lines between. In the Writing post, I talked about the shock of discovering I had something behavioral in common with my father. My genetic connection to the rest of my family is easier to spot. I strongly resemble my mother, and in my better moments am much like her. I laugh like her. I have my grandmother Mary's dry sense of humor, and my grandmother Pearl's tendency to worry about those I love.
My kids are of an age now where I can begin to see bits and pieces of myself, my husband, and our separate families in them. That's always fun, or at least interesting. ;)
My boys are enthusiastic, witty, creative and (something I never really was as a child) extremely popular with their peers. They both have confidence and the courage of their convictions, even if it takes an odd shape. (Wee Boy and i were leaving the book fair, and a girl passing by said, "Hey, William!" He said "hey" (this happens a lot) and turned to me.
"That's M from second grade. She likes me but I don't know why. I don't like her."
"Why not?"
"She eats her burgers with stuff on them. Like pickles and onions."
"I eat burgers with stuff on them."
"Even pickles and onions?"
"Yep."
*sigh* "Well, I like you anyway."
Big boy told me he had a "You suck" fight with two of his friends. "You suck." "No, YOU suck." "No, you BOTH suck." "No, YOU both suck." and so on.
Finally, he said, "Let's compromise, okay? You both suck."
*other boys exchange glances* "What if we just say we all suck?"
Big Boy shakes his head. "YOu don't understand. I'm too awesome to suck. It's just not possible."
"Can we all be awesome?"
"Well... I suppose I could teach you some awesomeness."
*snorffle* Now you see why these little monkeys are the cream in my coffee?
Family is the bedrock of my life -- something that has always defined me, in the same way water is defined by the glass. My family is what divides me from not-me, and blurs the lines between. In the Writing post, I talked about the shock of discovering I had something behavioral in common with my father. My genetic connection to the rest of my family is easier to spot. I strongly resemble my mother, and in my better moments am much like her. I laugh like her. I have my grandmother Mary's dry sense of humor, and my grandmother Pearl's tendency to worry about those I love.
My kids are of an age now where I can begin to see bits and pieces of myself, my husband, and our separate families in them. That's always fun, or at least interesting. ;)
My boys are enthusiastic, witty, creative and (something I never really was as a child) extremely popular with their peers. They both have confidence and the courage of their convictions, even if it takes an odd shape. (Wee Boy and i were leaving the book fair, and a girl passing by said, "Hey, William!" He said "hey" (this happens a lot) and turned to me.
"That's M from second grade. She likes me but I don't know why. I don't like her."
"Why not?"
"She eats her burgers with stuff on them. Like pickles and onions."
"I eat burgers with stuff on them."
"Even pickles and onions?"
"Yep."
*sigh* "Well, I like you anyway."
Big boy told me he had a "You suck" fight with two of his friends. "You suck." "No, YOU suck." "No, you BOTH suck." "No, YOU both suck." and so on.
Finally, he said, "Let's compromise, okay? You both suck."
*other boys exchange glances* "What if we just say we all suck?"
Big Boy shakes his head. "YOu don't understand. I'm too awesome to suck. It's just not possible."
"Can we all be awesome?"
"Well... I suppose I could teach you some awesomeness."
*snorffle* Now you see why these little monkeys are the cream in my coffee?
amused
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