A post I read on the internet today got me thinking. In the end I came to the conclusion that I am very proud of my maternal extended family. As a child I never quite understood just how amazing they were at unconditional love, but as an adult their love astounds me.
You see our family is truly a mixed bag. We have different professions, politics, interests, etc However it goes deeper than that. We are also made up of a mix of DNA sequences. Meaning that we are not all "Blood" relatives. You might be thinking that this is true of many families. Of course the people who marry are not blood relatives (well hopefully not). I mean to say that some of the children that entered this family were not "blood", but my family taught me that blood doesn't matter. Love does.
I have seen many people discuss how families coming together in this way can be a disaster. Unfortunately I think most of the time this is true. We fail to see past the blood lines and forget that a human being is there. My family never made significant differences between the genetically linked relatives and the non genetically linked ones. This lead to what I believe to be a beautifully cohesive and loving family. Oh of course we have our disputes and our problems, but at the end of the day we love and care for one another deeply.
A family is not just made by the combining of DNA sequences, but also by the acceptance and love towards one another.
We are not perfect, but I am so proud to call these people my family. I wish that I had understood as a child and teenager just how magical their love is.
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