Yesterday, I discovered this meme which grabbed me, especially after seeing the musical, BRIGHT STAR, last week before I was to leave for Springfield.
I grew up in a family that was biologically connected but with multiple extensions. If a couple married, the new in-law’s parents and siblings naturally became our own. I had several uncles and aunts that were not biologically related, but so dear was their affection no one not knowing the particulars would have had any clue.
A number of family and friends adopted children and the new child was simply one of us. In fact, my family was adopting children as far back as the 1870s. Adoption was just as natural as delivering a baby.
I’ve countless nieces and nephews, a few bonus sons and daughters, sisters, brothers, and a very special neighbor, Mama Kay, and her two children, Laura and Michael, who also adopted me as their brother.
Biological simply means “genetically connected,” not necessarily connected mentally, emotionally, or spiritually. Some believe biology should supersede collected or adopted. I do not care how a person is related to me; if it’s a fit, it’s a fit.
I may not see some of these family members other than connections on social media but it doesn’t matter; they’re still important to me and feel like family.
I loved our holiday dinners and family gatherings! They were never just our immediate biological collections; they were neighbors, friends, always a stranger or two visiting with a neighbor or friend, on/off duty police officers, and possibly some firemen. If a stranger walked through the door, they were automatically family and had better accept the fact they would be hugged.
My own home, here in Kettering, Ohio, is no different. The minute anyone walks through the entrance of The Haasienda, they’re one of us.
Make it a great day… Make it a great life…