Late night

Hey there all you people without lives who just read blogs all day. And others.

I just thought i'd write a little post, mostly because someone was bugging me that i don't put enough stuff down here. Well here goes nothing.

I have a large family. 8 kids for my parents, and all of them are married except for me. Whopee. And they all of kids. In fact, my parents are grandparents to over 20 children. Talk about big.

Well one thing I like to complain about it, you guessed it, my family. They're always bugging me about one thing or the other, usually about boys and if i have a boyfriend, or about my life in general. I say they're all jealous because they're stuck with their kids and spouses and can't just do what they want. lol.

One thing is for sure though, they all want to know about my life. More than i want them to know. And they interfere, and get all nosy when my friends come over. Sometimes i need to get away because, living away at school, i'm just not used to it anymore.

But today i realized that i really don't have anything to complain about. They love me. My parents love me enough to not give me money just for the heck of it. My brothers love me enough that they would beat any guy to a bloody little pulp for insulting me. And my sisters love me enough to genuinely care about what's going on in my life.

Sure they may bug me about being spoiled because i'm the youngest, and they may make me make coffee for them when they are working on my house, instead of getting it themselves, i know for sure, deep down to my very soul, that they will support me no matter what i choose to do with my life, and will always me there when i need them.

I'm writing this blog today about them because i heard today of a family that is in my community, and has connections with friends of mine. This family is, on the surface, ideal. But the problems lie within. There is a daughter in this family of seven who is constantly picked. The minute she opens her mouth and says something, they put her down and make her feel unloved. But she more than feels unloved, she is even told by one of her siblings, often and repeatedly, that he hates her. Now this is no childhood tiff. The brother is in his last year of highschool, almost an adult, and old enough to know how this could effect his sister. But already she is showing signs of being the victim, and not knowing a families love.

Also, in the line of work that my parents are in, i see a lot of young children who come from homes where their parents do not want them, or are incapable of caring properly for their children. i cannot even comprehend a life without my parents, or not having anyone behind me, supporting me through all my troubles.

I hope anyone who reads this will take this into account and look back on their own family. I'm not saying mine is perfect, nor am i saying that i am a victim. But you do not know how much the love of a good family can make someone feel safe and secure in themselves.

Think about it.

And if anyone of my massive family reads this, just remember, i love you.