So the weekend didn’t go according to the expected plan. Life is like that. My cousin rang me on Friday morning and she was crying as life had become a little overwhelming and she wanted to come home.
After she left I kind of found myself reflecting on the things that you take for granted. The little things that just are, you don’t think about.
It breaks my heart a little that she considers my house home. It should be her own or her parents or even a town where she grew up. She has 4 grown or almost grown children and has just moved in with her new partner but the trials and tribulations of teenage girls got too much this week so its off to Aunty Toni’s (that’s what she calls me even though I am younger) to escape them till she can get her ‘balance’ back.
On the other side of that it is rather cool that we have manage to merge to delightfully different families successfully into one large ball of weirdness and other people will drive 6 hours on a Friday to be a part of it .
Our home isn’t pretentious. We don’t have the best of everything. We are lucky enough to have great jobs that have afforded us the luxury of living on one of the most desirable streets in New Zealand and we just have to cross the road to go to the beach (our only view of water is when we put the paddling pool up so don’t get excited, our jobs aren’t that good) BUT our last house had the same feel and it was an entry level home in an ok part of town.
Our home is a little cluttered. Between my hobbies and Ralph’s, as well as 12 hour work days, you get a bit of that. We have always got enough beds and enough food. We have tables large enough to get our tribe around when ever they all come home, and come home they do.
We have 4 children and nobody is ever referred to as step anything. We are mum, dad. The children are siblings and they are referred to as the kids. There is no yours or mine, no us or them. Its us, together, as a unit, being a family.
I class that, my friends, as success.