The Crazy Family
This family is one of the anchors I say I cannot move from. I see them on holidays, and every once in a while I see them for family dinners. I love them. They can make me laugh to the point of tears. I wish I saw them more. I wish my children knew them more deeply. They live within minutes from us, but we see very little of them.
There’s my brother, the one eyed uncle.
He is my free spirited younger brother who lost his eye as he was victimized while repossessing a car. He wore an eye patch over one of his eyes for months. Arrrrr. A pirate for an uncle, only a dream come true for my two small boys. I have a picture of my boys with homemade eye patches next to their uncle. This brother of mine is a thrill seeker, jumping from planes and spending many of his nights on the edge of mountains. He spends his life proving that no one can control him. We get the picture, Brother. Now come down from that cliff.
Then there is my eccentric older brother and his wife.
This older brother of mine is married to his really hot wife whose name is prefaced by the word “Raw” on her website. Don't be confused or alarmed by the name she goes by. The name "Raw" before any woman's name could probably be misunderstood for a different kind of line of work, however, she is as wholesome as ever, and eats only raw food. She is tall, skinny, and strikingly beautiful with her fire red hair. She is afraid of children. They are awfully loud and overwhelming to this quiet gentle soul.
My dad- Mr. Type A. He is a realtor, a very successful one. He is a force not be reckoned with. He sells residential homes and can outsell anyone this side of the west. I went to an awards night with him once as his date. We both left arms completely filled with 6 very heavy over sized trophies. Typical picture of my dad- he is on his phone. We could be in the middle of singing happy birthday, and the phone rings. He picks it up, sits right where the action is, then he shhhes and snaps his finger for everyone to quiet down. I don't think he ever wants to step out and miss anything, so all of his calls are taken front and center where all the action is.
Then there is my mom, the artist. She is sweet, thoughtful, giving, and hilarious. She is so funny, but she doesn't know she is funny. So when you laugh, she looks at you in a questioning manner and asks, "What?"
She can't remember a story unless it is a sad story. Her memories of sad events and happenings are constantly being triggered by conversation. You could be laughing at something funny and then in a moment’s time, you are crying because the funny thing reminded my mom of a sad story that she felt she needed to share. So, needless to say, sometimes being with my family is like riding a roller coaster ride. You could be laughing hysterically one moment then crying hysterically the next moment. My tear ducts are extremely sensitive, so you will find my face a mess of tear streaked makeup after spending it with my family.
My family is one of my anchors, but this anchor that I love and adore is as busy as we are. I wish we were closer. I wish my children knew them better. I wish there were more than holidays and quick passing hellos.
The anchors that I gave as an excuse to my husband for not being able to move seem to be becoming unearthed.
What if we did move away? I know I would get less time with these loved ones, but would I get more quality time with them instead? Would I get to spend longer chunks of time with them? Focused time? Before we moved to the beach house, I saw my dad everyday. I am so close to my dad. Our relationship has become one of friends, best friends, but I began missing him. He became busier than ever once we moved. We were out of his daily routine. I began going through withdrawals from him and his daily visits in my life. I began to miss that father of mine.