We are Family
A few weeks before Thanksgiving, my office collected employees’ sentiments about what we’re each grateful for this holiday season and posted them in the kitchen. I was surprised to see that almost everyone said they were grateful for family. Don’t get me wrong, I love my family, but sometimes loving them all is a struggle. Does no one at work have the same struggle with family dynamics that I do?
I have four sisters, and it is rare — never? — that all five of us are getting along with each other, let alone with our parents, at the same time. There are misbehaving nieces and nephews, battles over discipline, debate over who should host, who should travel, who should cook, and who hasn’t done their share of cleaning up. One sister calls only when she needs a favor; another only when she has complaints; yet another expects you to be there for her on a moment’s notice but is never there for you to lean on; and the fourth never calls at all.
So I sit down to think about what I am grateful for. And this is what I write: My daughter and my husband. Oh. THAT is my family. THAT is what people are grateful for. I am closer to 40 than I am to 30, and it is just now that I have figured out that it is not just my parents and siblings, but that NewDad, NewGirl, and I are a real, legitimate family of our own. So this holiday season I am grateful for health, a short commute, and yes, my family.