If there is one thing about me that I think I have made pretty clear in my blog is how close of a family I have. I LOVE my family. Every single crazy one of them. We are loud (very loud) and we gossip and we sometimes have a hard time keeping our thoughts contained until we actually think about the words that will come out of mouth. But we do love each other. We say I love you all the time. We hug a lot and we are touchy feely. We call to say hi and sing happy birthday to each other on your birthday on the phone first thing in the morning.
Here is a little about me…….
My mother is Maltese. From Malta. She came here when she was a little girl. The Maltese side of my family (familja tiegħi) is tight. We get together often and support each other no matter what. Through the past years, my mother has been there for me. I remember in January 2008 when I lost Love Bug. My mother cried with me on the phone. She just sat there and cried and cried right along with me. She knew how much I wanted that baby. She felt my pain. She wanted to take it away. I know that is what mothers do. I was 34 years old yet I still needed my mother. I needed her support and her love and her hugs. After that, this TTC stuff got hard for her. I think it got harder for her then me because she was watching from the outside. Maybe she could see past the brave face and saw that I was fighting my way through a battle that was nearly impossible to win. When I told her about the adoption she was very happy. But she hasn’t really said anything about it. She listens and she doesn’t ask questions because I think she doesn’t want to ask the wrong the thing or make me nervous or worried. I get it and I don’t mind because really there is nothing going on at this point. I mean until I get a Letter Of Invitation it is pretty boring. Well today, my sister was with our Mom. Debbie said Mommy said that she is getting SO excited for me and for a new grandchild. That made me feel REALLY good.
My father is Scottish. From Scotland. He came here on the Queen Mary when he was a little boy. The Scottish side, well we are not as tight. A few weeks ago my little cousin (she was 20) passed away from a drug overdose. It made me realize that even though I sometimes say hi on FB to some of the cousins on that side; I need to make an effort to check in and write notes. I need to ask what is going on, because you can be gone just like that. And then you are left sending flowers to a funeral not knowing exactly what to say…….
I know this post is sort of all over the board. Sorry. I just have a lot of thoughts in my head these days and maybe I am not super organized on how I am getting them out. So here is a questions for you….. I am curious… is the difference if family closeness from one side to another common? Is it more common to be closer to the maternal side vs the paternal side? Is it possible to be “tight” with both sides?