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Your Family

In the end (and I guess in the beginning too!) it's your family that you can count on.  What a cliche, right?  But most cliches are cliches for a reason - because they ring true far too often.

Upon starting this blog, one of my sisters immediately became a "follower" so that she would be notified whenever I posted a new entry.  To me, that indicates loyalty, interest, respect, and caring for what I do.  For my writing.  For whatever I write.  I value that.  A few days later, my other sister also became a "follower" of my blog.

I can count on them for this and for many other things.  I know that.  And they can count on me.

When I had my first child, I was typically overwhelmed and having great difficulty nursing him in those early, blurry days of motherhood.  After just a day or two when I thought this new baby was starving and malnourished from my inability to feed him naturally, my sister (on to her third baby at the time) insisted that I let her help me.  She drove from Long Island into the city (with her tiny infant in tow, leaving the other two at home) just to help me.   I won't ever forget that.

That's family.

Comments

lisa D'Urso said…
I'm blessed with two amazing sisters as well. Always there for me, unconditional love and respect. My older sister was the one to show me how to "properly" diaper ( I was a disaster) and when nursing didn't work out made me feel all right about bottle feeding. It's comforting knowing there is always a soft place to fall.
September 8, 2010 at 5:53 AM
Nancy Brady said…
I loved this Julie, made me think of my brother who is going through a tough time right now. You are right, caring and helping each other, that is family.

Nancy
September 9, 2010 at 7:34 PM
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