I’ve always had a clear understanding of the importance of family. I’m the youngest of eight kids, so I don’t ever remember a moment as a child when I wasn’t surrounded by siblings. I was fortunate to grow up in a community that was very much like an extended family. You knew that if you came home late, you had to answer to your neighbor before your mother! I treasure those memories and the bonds that were forged in my younger days.
I am forty-five now, and although I am still very close to my biological siblings, I have been able to remain in contact with the many “brothers and sisters” whom I have met through the years and have, at one time or another relied on for support, encouragement and love. I recently re-connected with my oldest and dearest “sisters” who grew up in the close-knit community of my childhood and it was an overwhelming feeling of comfort and joy just being around them. Truthfully, most of us hadn’t seen each other in decades but it was as if time stood still. We didn’t miss a beat catching up, laughing, gossiping and just being present and enjoying our time together.
It reminded me again of what I’ve known and held true to for all of these years, and that is that family is where the heart is. It doesn’t matter whether you speak often or occasionally, the bonds of “family” are never broken.