Logan got a little spoiled with books this Christmas, thanks to Mommy’s thrift shop rummaging. I was tempted to be an indian giver when I fell in love with one of them, but luckily he is a good sharer. As we read the book I felt as if it was written just for us, so much so that it brought me to tears. It is about a single mother who is raising a little girl on her own. One day the little girl comes home from school and decides she wants a “real family,” and storms off next door. They have a house full of children, it’s never quiet, and never clean, nothing like Lily’s house. When it is time to get ready for Family Fun Night at her school she is worried that she will be the only one who shows up with a less than traditional family. When she arrives she is surprised at all the different kinds of families. Some have single moms, some have single dads, others have grandparents, or adoptive parents, and some even have different colors of skin. She soon finds that it isn’t the number of people, but the amount of love that truly makes a family.
Sometimes I have felt myself feeling a little guilty that Logan didn’t have a mother and a father living in the same home. I always wanted him to have brothers and sisters and a picture perfect traditional family. I wanted that for me too. For a while I felt like we were somehow less of a family because it was just the two of us, but Logan has taught me differently. When he talks about our family he talks about his grandparents, his uncles, aunts, and closest friends. They are all part of his family. There is an infinite amount of love surrounding us and that is what makes a family.