The Family You Choose

by Ron O. on November 5, 2015

Oh, family. I’m at a loss for how I want to start this post. I know what I want to say – that I couldn’t be happier with the hand I’ve been dealt with regard to how I was raised and who I was raised by and with. They’re really great people and I love them dearly, even though our collective failings as human beings sometimes get in the way of really letting the people we love know that we love them so much. I’m not suggesting or projecting, I’ll cop to being insensitive and aloof sometimes, and really, when it gets boiled down, I’m not that great about communicating.

I’m trying to say that I’m not critical of my family, and certainly not of the family I married into, who are wonderful also, and lightning really struck twice for me in this regard.

I find myself waffling now, and getting off track, because somewhere deep down I don’t want to accidentally leave people out when it comes to showing love and appreciation. Blanket statement: If you’re related to me by blood or marriage, I think you’re great, and I love you very much.

Everyone in my house is sick right now, except me. Stuffy noses, congestion, fevers, it’s really kind of gross, and I hope I’m not going to be affected, because I’m low on vacation and sick days, and I’d rather not dip into the ones I set aside for the holidays.


Steve VonMacaroni

As I was considering the possibility that all of my girls would be resting and blowing their noses all weekend, I had a sad thought that had nothing to do with them. If they’re out for the count all weekend, then that means that we probably will miss spending time with our best friends. (For their privacy, I’ll refer to them as Steve and Susan VonMacaroni, and their kids Scott and Sally.) We see the VonMacaronis (VMs) all the time – so much so, that our kids refer to us adults as their Aunts and Uncles. It’s really nice.

The VMs are always out first call for good or bad news, and are our go-to couple to hit the town with. I hope they feel the same way about us. They’re at all of our family birthday parties and band concerts, and we’re at their dance recitals and little league games.

They are not the family we were given, they’re the family we chose. I don’t know why, I just wanted to make a public proclamation about them, even though I used fake names. I hope to see you this weekend, VonMacaroni clan!

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