There is always a lot to learn from family dynamics.
My family teaches me that each time we interact.
We are a family of strong willed, opinionated, insistent, sarcastic, manipulative, impatient and sensitive folks. We take everything personally and don't always see each others' perspectives. We are judgmental and complain about our mothers. And, we're consistent.
I love my family. I love the mental illness, the physical illness, the competition when none exists, the curly hair, the short women, the athletes, the intellectuals, the screw-ups.
I love that far away cousins connect instantly. I love that we hug. I love that the kids are wild things. I love that we manage to pull together when required, and sometimes when not required. I love that we have more in common than we admit, and less in common that we'd like.
We are cut from the same cloth, and yet lead very different lives.
I am utterly grateful for my family. We're not like families we see on television. We're not like families in the movies. We're just a family, with quirks and imperfections, and that's what makes us normal.
As my youngest niece told me yesterday, "I love you because you're weird and awesome." I feel exactly the same way. Always have. Always will.
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