My family makes me feel like I mean the universe to them and that is a priceless feeling. I come from a family of nine children. I am number eight in this line of nine. I am the youngest daughter of six girls. I am between two boys in the gender line up. I AM THE BABY GIRL. Now most people would assume that I am spoiled and received a lot of attention but this is far from the truth. My parents loved each of us FAIRLY. Some people look at me crazy when I tell them that. Some children need more attention than others sometimes. My parents knew that and did the best that they could to provide the love and nurturing that we needed. I will not say that everyday was wonderful because it wasn’t. I was INSANE from the age of 13 to 16. I did not like my mother and resented that fact that I did not have my own room until the siblings closest to me left for college. When I did get a room of my own, I painted it pepto bismol pink so my mother would not enter. IT WORKED but a little too well. Looking back, I lost precious time getting to know my mother and the same I could say for her. Thankfully, I had the opportunity to make up for that lost time by being her caregiver for the last five years. She passed in November of 2014. Up until her inability to move about, my mother had my back. My father was my friend and confidant. I could tell him ANYTHING!!! When he passed in 2011, I had to make a huge social adjustment. My MAIN ride or die was gone.
As I mentioned, I am one of nine children. We love each other but we are not always in and out of each others’ homes. That is just not our way. HOWEVER, WE ARE RIDE OR DIE FOR EACH OTHER. There was a period when I would see my siblings frequently but since the passing of our parents, the visits are not as frequent. I must admit that I was missing those visits. I had become content with seeing my siblings more often. Well, just as I was making the adjustment . . . BOOM!!! I was hit with Bells palsy. Some of you are familiar with this condition. It is a temporary paralysis of one side of the face. They say temporary but sometimes it takes a year or more for the paralysis to go away. My ride or die family blew up my phone making plans for visits and receiving updates on my condition. I am usually the caregiver of others. Not the one receiving the care. Needless to say, the family is not use to me being ill.
MY POINT: MY FAMILY LOVES ME AND I LOVE THEM AND WE ARE THERE FOR EACH OTHER WHEN IT MATTERS MOST. That is when family REALLY MATTERS.