In all its forms, I value family immensely. Nuclear family, extended family, cousins adopting children or marrying to take on step-children, mixed families with step-siblings, and even marrying into a family of in-laws and gaining nieces and nephews–I have experienced all of this and have felt a true connection with people who are related to me in any way.
Also, I have had friends make me feel welcome in the midst of their families. In high school, one buddy of mine had me come to his house every day after school because there was no bus that went from my private school all the way to the town where I lived. I spent a few hours after school each day in a wonderful home with gracious parents and grandparents, and they often insisted that I have dinner with them when my mother worked late. When my friend’s college-aged sisters came home for a weekend or holiday, they would essentially treat me as another teenaged brother. I know and love the people in this family even until this day.
A few years ago, my life circumstances changed and I wanted to live close to where I worked. Two of my close friends were a married couple with grown children. They rented me a room, but they made me feel much more important than a mere lodger. For nearly a year, we had dinner together nearly every night. They included me in holidays and family events. They literally shared their home with me.
Nowadays, I live alone. I have a friend in town who, with several other of our crew, has dinner at my place many Friday evenings. In December, he noticed that my Christmas tree had gone undecorated for two weeks. While I told him of my plans to take care of it during the next few days, he insisted on bringing his wife and children over to do it for me. And yesterday, the day after Easter, he brought me along with his family on an outing to one of my favorite places in the world–the Metropolitan Museum of Art.
The psychologist Abraham Maslow put forth in the 1940’s his concept of a hierarchy of human needs. We grow and develop, Maslow said, by meeting needs on one level, then proceeding to a higher level for human growth. On a basic level, for example, we need food, clothing, and shelter; from there, we seek safety. With these survival needs met, we can move on to belongingness, to status, to aesthetic needs, and ultimately to self-actualization.
Family can give us the sense of belonging that occupies such a critical level in Maslow’s hierarchy. For this reason, so much depends on family for a person’s proper development and growth. A dysfunctional family can put an individual at a brutal disadvantage; a properly loving and nurturing one can make all the difference.
This remains much on my mind as I think of people who have opened their homes and families to me during my life. Above all, I feel grateful to have them as friends. But I also think of how fortuitous it has been that I have had additional family contexts that could reinforce the idea that I was loved and that I belonged. All three of these families just happened–sometimes with full knowledge, sometimes unwittingly–to provide this reinforcement just as other important structures in my life could no longer hold, and I needed to make important adjustments. I was not necessarily thinking in terms of Maslovian psychology in these instances, but as I sit at my desk now and reflect on it all, I can see that I am indeed fortunate and blessed.
We human beings have such shortcomings and foibles. It only stands to reason that no family is perfect. But we must also acknowledge that families take on many paradigms and configurations; they arise from varying circumstances. Harmony need not always prevail; common blood need not be the unifying conceit.
Only, let there be some form of family for everyone.
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I put a bookmark on this writing because I’d like to read it again and again. It’s beautiful.
Thank you for expressing that! Very kind of you.
So much to say in response to this powerful and beautiful post… from this paragraph, especially:
“We human beings have such shortcomings and foibles. It only stands to reason that no family is perfect” – that’s the truth. Sometimes there’s a lot of pain in families, rooted deep in the past and in generational patterns that perpetuate. So many stories, even from my own childhood… which is exactly why “families take on many paradigms and configurations; they arise from varying circumstances.” It might be a matter of survival, of breaking free, of finding a place of true belonging just as you say so poignantly… for, even though blood is thicker than water, as the old saying goes, “common blood” does not always a family make. I could make the case here about everyone alive today being descended from Mitochondrial Eve and therefore we’re all really related BUT – the important things here that you’ve demonstrated are how love makes a family, how the welfare of one another is priority, how joy is found in others’ company, and that this is all chosen… oh, rich blessings indeed. This is a piece that could bring much healing and hope to many; it is a gift and a blessing in itself. Thank you for your courage and your words.
Fran, thank you ever so much for such insightful reading and comments!
Just lovely. It says a lot that you have made these many connections and work to sustain them. It takes effort and care to maintain our familial relationships — whether biological or chosen — and you have clearly made them a priority.
It’s a blessing that we have so many shapes and sizes of families! I also love the new concept of Friendsgiving – those folks who choose to spend time and holidays together. Many times, friends are closer than family because we do have a choice about how we interact and converse. I love this post – it reminds us of the universal need to connect with others!