Thursday, April 15, 2010

Family...

I received some news today, and although it is not my story to share, it made me think about family, love and support. My family is the most important thing to me in the world.

The love I have for my husband and children is unconditional and everlasting. My parents along with my sister and her family are constantly on my mind and in my prayers because I love them so very much. I receive the same love back from each of them. Every. Single. Day.

My parents have endured some GOD AWFUL experiences with me and we survived to be stronger and better. My husband puts up with me and most days, we are a united front of love and smiles. My children see my bad, but mostly my good as I travel through mothering falling and getting back up to do better. My sister loves me and takes care of me when I need it and she showers Lilly and James with kisses and hugs and I do the same with her children. Mistakes have been made, but at the end, there is always mending.

But my family isn't just my immediate family. Not any more. My mother and father in-law have become like second parents to me. My sister-in-law and her daughter are dear to me and I look forward to seeing them just like they were blood relatives. Jeff's aunts, uncles, cousins and nieces and nephews are part of my being. They ARE all my family.

Marriage didn't make this happen. Time and experiences filled with laughter and tears form a family. We grow and learn. We support and encourage. But always, we love. Always.

happymommy



4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Family is very powerful! It makes some of us humble, some of super humans, but most all of it makes us all loved!
GrannPa

Anonymous said...

You got it right, Happy Mommy. Love of family/for family/ with family is where it all happens.
If we get it right here, it works
everywhere else.

Great blog!

Anonymous said...

Wow. Rachael, what a wonderful testimony. I mirror your thoughts for sure. Thanks. I alm definitely one of your fans. {{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{td}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}

Anonymous said...

Isn't that the truth. Our families see the worst of us and no matter how disappointed they may be, they continue to love us, and their nurturing ultimately allows us to be the best we can be. Family is one of the few constants we have in life; they are to be cherished.