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This weekend was spent in the modest appreciation of what is becoming a very fulfilling family unit. We exist not at all as the nuclear (or “nucular” for those White House wankers who frequent Boxing Jewels) family of popular fable, but more as a rag-tag bunch of folks of varying ages, sizes, and gene eddies, the gypsies of modern America. Each of us has grown closer to one another, and, I’d wager, each closer to him- or herself.

There was a time, not too long ago, when the prospect alone of a nine-person family stressed me nearly to fatigue. Four of the nine have a completely different cycle of presence than the other five; and two of the remaining five have another disparate sort of attendance cycle. “On paper” it makes for quite the looming logistical chaos.

I challenge anyone to stand in the wake of the eight of we nine who have had the opportunity to live all together, albeit for short periods, and feel anything but the light-headed anticipation of the proverbial kid on Christmas morning. The future holds for us quite a few challenges, of course, above and beyond those of our ninth; but with every challenge, with every possible calamity, there is a chance to learn, a chance to accept a kind of joy we wouldn’t likely otherwise find. There will be tension and calm, raised voices and whispered thanks. As is said in the Tao: “Without ugliness, there is no beauty.”


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From the eyes of your mom !

It pleases my heart to know you have such a large group to call your family.”My mom” always said it was easier with more, so I think we are learning that.Each of us bringing our own to the table, makes the dinner so much more filling! Eat and drink from that table at will, and pass what is yours to the ones next to you and you should never feel empty again !

You have never stopped filling my plate, and I love you for it and for many other things you have brought to my table.

p.s. I can’t comment on The Eyes of a child,can that be changed?

In case you didn’t recognize me, that was me in the last comment !!

Me, being your “SOBER” mom

And without beauty, nothing could be ugly.

I LIKE IT!

I fixed it so that anyone one can post a comment now.

And without beauty, nothing could be ugly.

Hear, hear.

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