This is my own A-to-Z Challenge for the month of June — likes and dislikes. If you want to join me, just add a comment naming something you like and something you don’t like that begin with the letter F.
I love my family. I may have already mentioned that half a zillion times.
I like them.
I love them.
I think they’re amazing.
I’m proud of them.
I love spending time with them.
Since the wedding, a number of people have stopped at the front desk and asked to see photographs. I have a few on my phone, but my favorite one is this:
Those are all my children! Aren’t they wonderful?!
I was showing this photo to a woman who comes in to swim every day and she called her husband over to see it. “Look!” she said, “These are all Sally’s children!”
He shook his head. “I can’t believe it. Eight of them!”
“Look at this photo,” she said again. “That’s a great family!”
He looked at me and shook his head again. “I just can’t wrap my mind around it. You gave birth to all those children?”
I smiled and nodded. “Having those kids was the most fun thing ever,” I said. Then added — “well, maybe not the giving-birth part, but raising eight children was fun. We played games together, read together, ate together nearly every night. It was a lot of work, but it was all good.”
He just shook his head a third time. “I don’t know,” he said.
But I do. I KNOW every minute was worth it.
Lest you think that every minute was perfect, let me assure it was not.
There was one time that two boys were playing medieval times and one almost jousted the other’s eye out.
And there was the time when one boy almost removed another one’s ear in a freak accident. (Same two boys incidentally.)
There was the time I came home of a shopping trip to find a little boy scooching along a thin bit of roof to get BACK to the open window he had come out of.
Oh — and that time we came home from a dinner out to find a boy with a broken arm.
We’ve had stitches and a knocked out tooth. Also, chicken pox, ear infections, strep throat, and stomach bugs upon stomach bugs. One round of stomach bugs was just after I had come home from the hospital with a new baby. Fun times.
At the end of the day we are family.
And yet we also feud. The middle child in me wants us all to get along. If I homeschooled my children with purpose, though, it was that they be able the think for themselves.
And they do.
Because of that, they cover not a linear spectrum, but a three-dimensional one. They are eight unique points in a universe, not lined up in a row at all, but all over the map. Some are very conservative, while others are very liberal. Some attend church every Sunday, while others search and question all of that. Some own guns. Some hate guns. Some hunt. Some are vegetarian. I could go on.
We gathered for a family wedding back in May. We laughed together, ate together, and celebrated together. We were family, not feud — and I really liked that.
Tha gaol agam air mo theaghlach. I love my family.
Cha toil leam sabaid. I do not like fighting.
How about you? What do you like that begins with F? What do you dislike?