We all have a saga when you come to think about it. The very word saga is an epic tale about something. A twisted course of events detailing so many things in the lives of it’s inhabitants.
a long and complicated story with many details. : a long and complicated series of events.
Given this definition, isn’t that what our families are all about? Take my family for example. First there are the characters. There are my Hubs and I, AKA, the parents. The kids, we will refer to them as Boo, Bear, Bug and Boy. This is my immediate family. We each have our own lives outside of our home as well as the life we share when we are gathered together. Our characters each have personalizations that make them each unique to who they are, but to complicate that, when they are with different people, they have different personality quirks or traits that they may not have with others.
When you filter in more characters, such as in extended family, which there are grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, dad for Boo, Bear and Bug, as well as Stepmom, and Step family for them, the saga instantly becomes that much more confusing and entertaining as well as epically more interesting. You see, every family has a story. Each family’s story is unique. I will make my family’s story as simple as I can and try to simply give you the bare facts so that you don’t get too overwhelmed with the details. My Hubs always says he needs a flowchart for my extended family, so I’m afraid with 37 first cousins, not including their spouses, I will have to leave them out. Just hope they all know how much each of them knows how much they mean to me and how much I love them.
Many years ago, on my mother’s side, her parents met, fell in love and had her first. She was followed by 3 boys and another little girl. Mom met dad when her family moved from the midlands of Ireland to the west of Ireland at age 12. Both mom and dad’s fathers, had some business together so that’s how my parents met. Mom started going out to to dad’s for holidays when she was young. She grew fond of dad and his family over that time. Dad was one of 8 children. He was always a student and so was she. At 18, they each went off to school. Mom went to England to study nursing and dad went to University to study medicine. They kept in touch and mom found him a job for his summer leave from school in England. With me so far? I told you this is the simplified version.
Mom and dad finally married at the tender age of 29 and mom got to move where dad already was. The United States. He had become a Yank. 6 weeks after their marriage, she was able to join him in Illinois where they could finally start a life together and a week later, she turned 30. Imagine leaving everything you had ever known to go to a whole new world. Her initial reaction was amazement at how large everything was. Three years later, my brother was born. Six years after my brother, they adopted me.
My brother and I had a wonderful childhood. My brother was the perfect son with perfect grades. Then there was me. I was the artsy one. The musical one. The one not interested in the books. I luckily grew out of that in time. My brother was the tennis player, the book worm, the amazing student. He was understood by them. I was the sunshine in the house, but I was also the one that could try the patience of a saint.
I had a long time boyfriend from the time I was 12. That would be Hubs. Yes, I thought the sun rose and set with him. Lucky for both of us, I still do. Unlucky for him, I broke up with him after many years of dating him. I was young and thought he didn’t love me. How dumb was I! I also had never dated anyone else. I wanted to see my other options, I suppose. I was a young and naive 19 year old. Regardless, I broke his heart and dated several others until I found the one that made my heart soar. My first husband. The father of my girls.
Seasons change and so do we. First Husband and I grew in completely different directions, but we still get along. We do have 3 amazingly talented and beautiful girls together. We dated for 19 months, engaged 9 months and married for 13 years. Even the divorce was amicable except for the feeling of having my heart ripped and shredded from my body. I think that’s just what divorce does though. I vowed that would never happen again.
I married my better half, my soulmate July, 2006. Yep, that’s Hubs. The same one I wrote in my diary about at age 12. The same one I broke up with at 19. He was at my first wedding, but more importantly, he was in his proper place at wedding number 2. He was my gorgeous groom. He and I were always meant to be together. We do complete each other. We compliment each other without a doubt. Today, for example, he calmed me like no one else can during my panic attack. He knows if he sees tears welling in my eyes, I need him. He puts me first and cares for me always. I often tell him I don’t deserve him.
We create new chapters in our saga each day. Writing them down is an amazing tool to share with your family and close friends. You have the completely and utterly abridged version here, but I am working on a version for my family that has many more details. They’ve asked and I’m working on it. I challenge each of you to think about and possibly write down some of your own family saga. Is it an epic tale of love and surprise? Perhaps your family had more pain and suffering, or a life with privilege, or mental illness, or physical disabilities to overcome. Whatever your story is, it is a saga and no one else has the same saga. Keep it to share with future generations. We get one chance to make this life, and one chance to write it out. Do it today.