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Which Nuclear Family Do I Belong To?
You know, there are times when I still feel like that kid from my original nuclear family—the one where I was the younger sister and daughter. Recently, this feeling hit me hard. With my kids off at camp and my partner away on a work trip, I found myself having dinner with my dad and brother. It was just the three of us, a rare gathering that brought back a flood of memories. We reminisced about family vacations, my late mother’s culinary disasters, and the long life of our beloved family dog.
This isn’t the first time I’ve felt that pull towards my original family while trying to build my own. I remember calling my mom from a payphone during my honeymoon, discussing wedding details while she urged me to focus on my special trip with my new husband. I was enjoying our time together, but the familiarity of that call made me nostalgic.
Fast forward a few years to the night my son was born; I was filling out hospital paperwork and accidentally wrote my mom’s name under “mother’s name.” The nurse gently corrected me, saying, “Sweetheart, you’re the mother now.” It was a moment of realization that I was still grappling with.
Not long after that, I sat by my mother’s bedside as she lost her long battle with cancer. She told me to go home and be with my husband and son—my own family—and to take care of them. She seemed to understand what I needed to do far more than I did.
Maybe my original family’s encouragement to embrace adulthood in my own family only made me long for the past more. I’ve heard stories of others feeling pressured by their original families and running away; my mom always talked about giving us “roots and wings.” I had the roots but desperately needed bigger wings.
Over time, I’ve learned to stretch those wings. Despite what Peter Pan might have taught me about never growing up, I’ve embraced adulthood. Sure, I still call my dad for advice on things like car tires and insurance, and I sometimes consult my aunt about dresses before special occasions. But I am finally comfortable in my roles as wife, mother, and a bona fide adult. It took me a while, but I got there!
My husband, kids, and I have our own inside jokes, travel stories, and favorite meals (though we’re still dog-less, despite my daughter’s constant requests). We are a complete and, if I may say so, happy family unit of four. They are my daily blessings. I know it sounds cliché, but it’s true.
Whenever I get the chance to spend time with my original family, I seize it. I’ve come to realize that it’s perfectly okay to cherish both the memories of my past and the moments I share with my own family. That’s what being an adult is really about—embracing it all, along with those progressive bifocal lenses!
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In summary, navigating the dynamics of family can be complex, whether it’s reflecting on your roots or forging ahead with your new family. It’s all part of the journey of adulthood, and embracing both sides can lead to a fulfilling life.