For a really long time (longer than therapeutic, definitely), I missed my family and home in Chicago. I went through an extended grieving period. So did my son. We were far from home, had no friends, were isolated, and just missed our old lives.
We are better now. It took lots of time, much suffering, and occasionally, medication and therapy.
Now we have full lives. We have our own growing family. We have our Chicago family.
I look at it like this:
My mom and dad are my base. They are who I count on, who I turn to. They are the foundation I rest on.
My brother and sister and I form a three-legged structure. The three of us complement each other’s strengths and compensate for each other’s weaknesses. I count on them and they count on me.
We hold our families on the top of our tripod. Together, we make sure our kids have all they need and are well taken care of.
Our family keeps growing and extending to include more and more members. In the past few years, we added the twins and Owen and Koby. This year we’ll add Kevin. With each member, there is more love.
Our family has so much love. We are so lucky to have each other. I love them all, each and every one. And each person has something so valuable to contribute to the group.
I miss everybody so much when I’m not with them. If I’m in Kansas I miss the people in Chicago. When I’m in Chicago I miss my Kansas family.
These are good problems, though. Our love is so strong. If I had my way, we’d all be together all the time. But our bonds are strong enough to extend long distances.
We figure things out. We work with what we have. We still have each other no matter what.