I was out to dinner with a few of my colleagues this past week. During the course of the conversation, one person asked how will she tell her baby girl that her older sister has a different father.
That question caught my attention. I grew up in a blended family. My parents broke up when I was one year old. My mom remarried and my brother came along when I was four years old.
Most people didn’t know Jason and I had different fathers. You would never know just by looking at us. As we became older and more involved in activities, people would notice that I wasn’t around during the summer. I remember someone asking Jason why he doesn’t leave for summer. His reply was short and sweet. He simply said she is with her dad.
As I was listening to conversation at dinner, I began to wonder if my brother felt any type of way about us having different fathers. So I decided to ask him.
The question was posed this way. Did you feel different growing up with a sibling having a different dad?
My brother always with the short and sweet response stated,”No because the reason why I said no is your family treated me like I was one of their own.”
That response sparked a moment of gratitude. I am so thankful my parents made the conscious decision to co-parent well. I am grateful my brother, to this day, feels the love from my father’s family. I am thankful that our families didn’t chose drama.
My family has never been traditional but we made our differences work where everyone involved felt loved and not feel like an outsider.