To put the world right in order, we must first put the nation in order; to put the nation in order, we must first put the family in order; to put the family in order, we must first cultivate our personal life; we must first set our hearts right. ——Confucius
Everyday this month, I have challenged my self to post something I am thankful for…join me by doing the same if you’d like, or maybe just add a note of thankfulness as a comment on my daily post.
November 1, 2011
In truth a family is what you make it. It is made strong, not by chairs filled at the dinner table, but by traditions; you help family members create, by the memories you share, by our commitment to one another over time, caring, and the love you show, and by the hopes for the future…as individuals and a family. In family a story is constantly playing out, and each family their story embodies its hope and despair. Our family has seen many changes in the past years, coming home…passing on…bonds are strengthened, memories made, memories retold.
I believe balance comes from family; some times you lean on them, other times they lean on you…
With all of the differences, all of the quarrels, all of sadness, and hurt…we are always there, always willing to give of our time, our selves, our finances if need be.
Our family aglow with warmth of common references, jokes, events, calamities ~ all combine to cement a sense of a family…We have been through so much together; continually trying to make our way, forge our future,our destiny…We are a family ~ like any other family…in family even exaggerations make perfect sense…and a hysterical, if not peculiar charm.
I thought I’d share a few old photos, the first of my Grandmother (Burr) McHale holding my Mother…and before the pending birth of my Uncle Frank. The next are of my Mother varying ages.I just love old photos…
The family. We were a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another’s desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together. —–Bombeck, Erma