Again I’ve slacked at writing. I am sorry! I could talk about my family and the interesting interactions we have as grownups. We are all so different, as you may have read in a previous blog, my family is large. Larger than most and that pertains to the fact that we are blended and then blended again you might say.
Since we all grew up together we call each other brother and sister. It’s rare to hear anyone of us say “step brother/sister” or “half brother/sister”. It never really mattered to us. We were family and had to learn to love each other.
As grown siblings and how different we all are, it gets more complicated. We all have different perspectives and interests. Our lives range from Mother’s with toddlers and jobs, blue collar workers, managers, accountants, artists, service workers etc. We really could almost run a city with our combined list of experience and knowledge.
Since half my family lives in the States and the other lives here in Canada, we communicate through group messages mostly. The sibling chat we call it. I’ve seen the conversations die down on this chat group over the last few months. I found out the younger ones living in the States have their own group and the boys have their own. It made me feel a bit left out. I just created a new group for the 3 of us older sisters in the hopes of reconnecting with them. Their lives are busy like mine, but I think it’s important to be involved as best you can.
This past week was a perfect example of how different we are as siblings. A message came out asking if anyone had heard from one brother in awhile. No one had. That spanned into different perceptions of what to do about it. My first thought was he’s off work this week he’ll turn up. But another message stated even his friends and roommate hadn’t heard from him in days! The younger ones thought “leave it be, he’ll turn up.” The older ones of us were more concerned and wanted to find him.
After a couple of days he showed up saying he’d gone fishing. Hahah. I should’ve known, he’s sort of a gypsy but still, I am annoyed that he didn’t even tell his roommate he’d gone. We had even gone as far as reporting him as a missing person. The police were the ones that tracked down that he’d left work with co-workers to the coast. So thankfully nothing went wrong there, but it made me think about how each sibling took it.
My mom reads this blog so she’ll call me or one of us I’m sure to get the scoop. But mom, we left you out because we all knew deep down he was ok, and also we love you but knew you’d freak out.
I’m noticing more and more as we get older we resemble our mom. We worry. I, myself has always been a worrier. I’m the eldest and have taken care of my siblings in ways they don’t know, because I was OK taking the brunt of discipline, or the fault if something went wrong. I think about that sometimes and wonder if they even know?!
Anyway, family is family and even though they may make you crazy you gotta love them and support them regardless.
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