There are so many ways that my life can help answer that question — or muddy that water even further. . .
My mother passed when I was only 17 years old. . . Is that a factor in my relationships at this point in my life? I viewed her as the “glue” of our family — when she passed away, our family gatherings all but HALTED. I will never forget that & the ill feeling it left. . . My wedding day, although kept as simple as possible, was a good opportunity to pull family together. . . I hope I can be that consistent “glue” for my family in the not-so-distant future. . .
I began meeting my father’s side of the family via Facebook just a few short years ago — many of them I have never actually met in person, but Facebook allows us to interact on SOME kind of level. . .
I have two sons that do not live with me. . . I love them both beyond measure, but it is not a relationship that society would deem “conventional” by ANY stretch of the imagination. . .
I have a couple of girlfriends that might as well be sisters instead of “just friends.” They are one of the few that AREN’T blood-related that still love me unconditionally (& I, them). . . They are my CHOSEN family & I dare anyone to challenge that. . .
The handsome husband & I are trying to get pregnant (not in a monitor-body-temperatures-&-take-hormones kind of way, but more in a let-God-decide-the-timing kind of way, but still). . . & while this is not a situation I would find myself in if I hadn’t always wanted to be a mother & if I didn’t want to be the mother of his child, it still poses so many questions, considering my situation — with my own “parents” & with my sons I already have. . .
Perhaps I will elaborate on each of the above in the days & weeks to come. . . What really makes a family? I think the definition is a bit more loose than most realize. . .