I have relatives, step-relatives, relatives-in-law, adopted relatives and non-relatives who are more family to me than some of my blood relatives. My family can’t be defined by traditional rules. But what about a family in 2012 is traditional? That’s why I get so peeved when people, mostly politicians, try to define for me what is acceptable for a “family.” Please don’t tell me how to love. I can’t even tell myself how to love.
There are a lot of things in life I don’t know or I don’t understand. And after three decades, I still am not certain of everything I believe, think or feel. But the one thing I do know is who I love and who I want to spend my time with. That is family – the people you love, the people you like to be around, the people you rely on. I don’t care if they’re male, female, four-legged or green. They’re family if I say they are.
KC will grow up knowing full well what a family is. It may not be a mother, father and biological children. It may be two men and their dogs. It may be five children with no parents (think Party of Five). It may be three life-long roommates. Frankly, I don’t care – as long as they love and respect each other. And you won’t ever convince me otherwise.
