I have heard it said that you can choose your friends but you can’t choose your family. Before my family disowns me, let me explain that my relatives are good people. We don’t always agree with one another. We’ve gone to different schools and colleges, have different jobs. Our choices of movies to see and books to read are different. We live in different parts of the country and have different political views. We’re not a thing like each other, but we’re family, and we love to spend time with each other.
I have a relative (and I’m sure you have one just like him) who loves to argue politics. He has often been known to shake his head at someone from the other side of the political spectrum and say, “I just don’t know how you can look at yourself in the mirror.” He’s not a thing like me, but he’s family, and I love to spend time with him.
Then there’s my “Southern Kin.” They speak with a drawl accented with sassy Southern phrases. We “Nuhthenuhs” spend most of our time asking each other, “What did they say?” They’re not a thing like me, but they’re family, and I love to spend time with them.
Some of my family laugh easily, while others tend to cry at Hallmark commercials. Some are Christians and actively involved in their churches while others go to church only for weddings and funerals. Some may be donned in designer duds, while others don’t seem to understand what is proper to wear out in public. Some will be smoking, some will be drinking, and some may be disapproving of those who do. Some may share certain physical characteristics while some may look like they belong in another family. But one thing is for sure. We’re family, and we love to spend time with each other.