The other day I told someone that when I’m angry I clean house and that from the looks of things I had been in an awfully good mood for a long time. However, I think my house is going to be spic-and-span by the end of the day.
I keep thinking that people who are supposed to care about me, my husband and my children will eventually put aside their need to publicly deride the things we hold dear. I don’t expect people to agree with us and I honestly appreciate differing views. But when it becomes a matter of putting down other’s views instead of merely promoting your own, or purposely rubbing our faces in your hatred of our ideals (in front of the rest of the family), then don’t be surprised when we have little to say to you.
In my continuing quest to live an authentic life, true to myself and my highest ideals, I’m discovering that I may have to eliminate toxic people from my life. I hate that because family is very important to me. But perhaps I need to redefine “family”. Just because someone is related by blood or marriage doesn’t necessarily mean they are family in the truest sense of the word. Relatives, yes. Family? Maybe not. And just because someone doesn’t have any genetic ties doesn’t mean they can’t truly be family.
We are blessed to have so many amazing people in our lives who may not share DNA but whom we consider to be part of our family. I have to chuckle each time a young adult friend asks if David and I will adopt them. We always say yes, even though some of these people aren’t all that much younger than we are. You can never have too many great people in your life. Fortunately Chris and Lisa happily welcome new “siblings” into the fold. They, too, are learning how to define “family” and are hopefully learning some lessons now which I didn’t learn until my 40s.
Darn it. I think that anger I was feeling has been replaced by pity for some and gratefulness for others. And I really do need to clean house. Maybe I should listen to Glenn Beck for a little while…