The “perfect” family

I’m learning a lot here. I’m learning more than French culture here. I’m learning Italian culture and rich culture and poor culture and working culture. I’m learning to appreciate everything that I had in life and all the support that I still have. I don’t say thank them enough for it, but the truth is – I don’t have a family to support. Instead, I have a family who supports me. That counts for a lot.

Define perfect family. 

Yes, a family whose parents are still together might be ideal but do I ever think about parents who return home at 21:00, 22:00 – not often. Not often enough. Then there are those families who have both – two parents under the same roof who return home at a reasonable hour – but do they really? Are they really that lucky? Is a household with arguments pushing the walls apart until the walls are lined with cracks really perfect? Or is it all just an illusion? Each person idealising the next person’s life, thinking that it’s better than their own. The truth is, is that we can never truly know for sure which is better. All we can do is be grateful for the life that we have know and realise that it’s kind of special. Our family is special and wonderful in its own way. It’s not the family of the fairy-tale stories that we read as a child, but does that really exist anyway. Was that ever truly attainable? I think that even as a child I knew that and the world knows that too. We only see the princesses stories up until they find a husband and then – The End. The truth is: Cinderella grew up without parents. Tiana’s parents worked their asses off, with her father dying early. Rapunzel grows up without parents. So does Snow White. Belle has no mother. Each of these princesses have difficult families but they cherish what they have even so. There is no perfect family picture.