Friday, May 25, 2012

Family - An Open Letter

A few months ago I was stunned by a comment on my blog and it turned out to be from someone who considers me "family".  It made me start evaluating what I really thought family stood for and meant to me.  I mean really, if we're family, attacking me via a blog?  In all reality, I don't know you.  I may have met you a few times when I was a child and yes, we are related, but to call yourself my family........I don't feel that way.  I know who my family is.  And not all of them are blood related to me.  Blood doesn't make you family.  Being there makes you family.  As far as I'm concerned, my Father's side of the family gave me up for adoption.  They allowed me to be raised by another family who I consider to be my family now.  They are the people I spent the holiday's with.  They came to my graduation and birthday's.  They saw all my firsts.  They held me when I cried.  They cheered for me when I accomplished something huge.  They took me in when you wanted nothing to do with me. And they did it without any hesitation or motive.....they did it with love.  And I'm not just talking about my step-Dad's family.  I'm talking about all the friends I've met along the way that I now consider to be in my family.  They know exactly who they are without me having to say their names.  I love you all.

And you can go into your stories about how you want to get to know me now.  I'm sorry but I'm almost 35 years old now.  If you're having a hard time dealing with it now.....don't worry, I'm complete with it.  And you should find a way to get complete with it too.


Sunday, May 6, 2012

My hopes for Sophia

As I was watching the Rock n' Roll Hall of Fame inductions last night, something hit me.  Every successful person ALWAYS thanks their parents for never putting down their dreams.  For allowing them to work on their skills no matter how loud, annoying and crazy it must have seemed to them.

Look at the Beastie Boys.  3 white guys, rapping in the house?  But their parents let them practice and work on their skills.  Tony Hawk.  Kid on a skate board turned it into a multi-million dollar career.  What would have happened if their parents had told them what they were doing was a waste of time? How many other great talents have we been robbed of due to that misconception?

Growing up, I always remember asking my parents what should I be when I grow up.  Now, they would always say "You can be whatever you want to be." Which is a good answer because, yes, that is true.  But everyone needs a little guidance.  If you see your child excelling at something or taking a serious interest and love of something, nurture that.  I can think back to my childhood and my love of cooking started there.  At 11, I made macaroni and cheese from scratch.  And every weekend I was baking cookies.  I must have shown some serious interest in cooking because I have cookbooks that were given to me in my early teens.  Had I known that you could cook as a career, who knows.......

I hope that Sophia ends up doing something she LOVES as a career.  I hope that whatever she ends up doing, doesn't feel like work.  My job is to show her all the possibilities and life choices she can make. My job is to NEVER put down her dreams.  My job is to give her all the tools to be successful in this life.  My job is to support all her interests.  I've accepted this job fully and hope that she lives a life she truly loves.  <3