"The heart wants what the heart wants or it does not care." - Dickinson
What does the word family mean to you? How does it make you feel?
At the ripe age of 51 years old, I know now more than ever before that a family isn’t limited to the people whom we are biologically related to. I also consider many other people to be my family.
What that means to me is that I would do anything for them that I would do for my “real” family. I’d also call on them in a time of need without hesitation. I have four kids (2 boys and 2 girls). We adopted the two youngest and they are only 8 months apart. The boys have always shared a bedroom and same for the girls. We are a close family in every sense of the word. I pinky promise that the feeling I had when those two adopted babies were put in my arms was the same as the one that I had from the babies I carried in my belly.
People feel accepted and loved when they are around us. Kids have always talked to me about things on their mind and known they can show up at my house or call me to pick them up. They will be greeted with open arms, a listening ear and a compassionate heart. My most recent reminder that my family is BIG was on a family vacation that included me, my 4 kids and 3 of their friends. Yes, me and 7 kids, I’m crazy! At one point when things were hectic, I said to my 20yr old, “I really wanted this to be a family vacation and I feel like it has turned into something different than that.” Remi said, “Mom, this is your family.” She was right. I consider every person with us to be my family too. This is something I am truly grateful for. My family is HUGE and I wouldn’t have it any other way.