I’ve just now realised I didn’t post a Wonderful Wednesday tag last week. I’m eternally sorry to have left you aching for another one but not fulfilling your wishes… I’m terrible… It won’t happen again (ok, maybe it will but I promise, I swear, I vow not purposely!;) ) To make up for my default, here is this week’s post about one thing I hold close to my heart. My family.
I’m grateful for my family. Yeah, I know, how original. It’s not that easy though. I fight with them a lot. At least with my closer family, like my mum and my brother. Probably not something especially outstanding for a teenage girl. But I love them anyway. I couldn’t imagine live without them. And to be honest, I don’t want to. (Keep in mind, I say these words in a time of rather little conflict, maybe that will change^^)
I’m grateful for my mum staying up till 2am the night before my birthday because she knows I want that one, genuinely difficult and special birthday cake. And acting like it’s nothing, as if everyone would willingly sacrifice their sleep for a stupid birthday cake which she herself doesn’t even particularly like.
I’m grateful for my dad considering my point of view carefully before making a decision and if he does get it, trying to convince my mum on my behalf or at least helping her understand. And for our deeper talks on Sunday afternoons, me taking a break from homework or studying and settling down in the living room next to him, when we talk about global warming, about the current, political situation in our country or the world, about different, cultural, religious issues or aimply things we enjoy.
I’m grateful for my elder brother for storming into my room without any warning and playing me all types of music. Songs which I’ve never heard before, which I know and like a lot, which he has discovered only recently and burns to show me, which he believes I’ll like. (honestly, he and my dad have enriched my taste in music a loooot during the last couple of years and especially during my childhood) Although I’d never admit to him how much I appreciate this.
I’m grateful for my grandma cooking lunch for me and my family every single day and doing it for fun. She just loves to please everyone around her. I think what pleases her the most is our entire kinfolk assembled around the large dining table in my grandparent’s living room, everyone with a cheerful and content smile on their faces, stuffing food in their mouths, children screaming for more ice cream, adults chatting and sharing over coffee which my grandma prepared for them.
I’m grateful for my grandpa for spending my childhood with me. For teaching me how to carve wood, for the endless walks he took with me, for all the games we played, for the stupid grandpa jokes (yes, they do exist as well. There’s not only dads out there making bad jokes), for taking me on his bike back home from kindergarten, even though we both were more than aware that if my mum or grandma had caught us we’d have been in trouble. For “making” lunch for me and my brother, even though we both knew he was just heating up the food my grandma had prepared. For being one of my clearest, most precious childhood memories.
I’m grateful for my little cousin. She was the first of my cousins and that’s probably why I’ll forever hold her closest to my heart. I’m grateful for the cushion fortresses we built, for all the times we played tag, for every unexpected hug she gives me and every little story she tells me. Gosh, I hope I’ll stay close to her as I grow up. I don’t want to loose her.
I’m grateful for my entire, biiig family, for all my uncles and aunts, my cousins and second cousins and whatever further relationships there may be. I’m just grateful. I know, it’s not always easy, far from it because, as probably every family does, we do have our flaws but I think I can generally state I got lucky. Damn lucky.
Wow, this somehow turned out to be a highly personal post. I hope you don’t mind. 🙂 Have a nice day/night! ❤