My mother thought it was her job to save the world. In her mind everybody was family. I had so many uncles and aunts it was not funny. Although she did have about twenty siblings, my grandfather was a busy man, granted my grandmother had most of them. Any way these people were not just friends they were blood in her mind. On the day of her funeral there were so many persons there to see her off, not because she was rich and famous but because she was genuine and saw them as family and they in turn saw her as such.

Her family also extended to her animals. We grew up with dogs and cats, (she worked for a nonprofit organization that focused on animals). We even had a chicken at one time. It followed us everywhere we went. One day we came home from school it was gone and chicken was for dinner. My sister and I did not have any meat for dinner that day as a sign of protest, in case of. Although we were told it was not our pet. I wonder…

My mother had so many persons that she adopted by just embracing them or they adopted her because she was so warm. I saw one of my mother’s adoptions in the supermarket and we just stood talking about her. Actually she was one of those that adopted my mother 😉. You could feel the love. It like that when people talk about her.

I am not my mother in that sense, I didn’t want to adopt the world. I decided as a child I was not going to always have a constant stream of persons living with me as my mom did. I know my siblings also felt the same. I was my mother’s eldest child but was never her eldest child until I went to university. There were always persons living with us. We thought it was normal until friends informed us that it was not.

My stepmom came to visit recently and she was so excited to see her grandkids and they to see her. They hadn’t seen each other for about a year. When my Dad died she wanted to ensure that I would still take the kids to see her every year as I had done for years. They were flying to see them from they were so young. None of the kids could sit up by themselves when they went to take pictures for their passports.

She is their grandmother although she never gave birth to me. She was there right after they were born, both times and I realize they are more important to her than I am. I accept it 😂. It was like that with my mom and dad also. I guess that’s what happens when you become a grandparent.

My mom died a few months after Alexis was born and Zavier never knew her, but grandma was always there and she is the only grandmother they know on my side. She loves them so much and they adore her. She is such a fantastic person. I am glad she is in our lives.

Her personality is so different from that of my parents, she is very calm. I have learnt a lot from her on how to handle difficult situations and having faith. If I had listened to my Dad for some things that happened to me, life would have been different, as he like me would be “let’s confront this”. She saw things in a different light and therefore would gently push me in a totally different direction. It takes all kinds to run the world.

I have three parents two mothers and a father. So I ask is family blood only or does it transcend blood? Give me your thoughts.

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