If I asked every reader to define this word we would have a plethora of answers. Maybe you’re envisioning your own family right now, or your family growing up?
My own family is pretty standard if there is such a standard definition of family in 2017. Technically speaking I grew up as a child of divorce, my step-dad came into my family when I was about 5 years old. Growing up I never realized the choice he made to enter our family of 4(my mom, my brothers and me).
As I looked down after birthing each of my four children, into a squished up crying little face, I immediately took on the title of parent, but that surely didn’t mean I knew anything about parenting. I don’t have to look very far-and I’m sure you don’t either- to know someone who has stepped up to take on a parental role even though they aren’t the biological parent.
On being chosen….
These Moms/Dads didn’t have to step up and take responsibility and care for a child they didn’t birth. They chose to. They chose to be there for the:
- 2 a.m. feedings
- potty training
- school drop off and pick up
- coaching a sport or taking to practices
- attending concerts and games
- helping with homework
- bandaging scrapped knees
- reading bedtime stories
- laughter and tears
Connecting and being present makes up more of being a parent than DNA ever could. Parenting is filled with highs, lows and the mundane, so when someone steps in to be the parent of a child he/she did not “create” I think that makes them a hero.
To all those who stepped up, no matter what your situation is, I hope you know how amazing and important you are.