Bless me bloggers for have sinned...
It's been 2 weeks since my last blog... (God, the pain of being a Catholic...)
I had fully intended logging on tonight and writing a light-hearted, and probably mildly witty post about something or other, and which I will save for a future date. It's been a couple of weeks since I've even been on the internet. I'm one of the few people that doesn't have access in work, and my home use involves taking out my laptop, connecting up to my phone cable (no broadband for me), waiting 10 minutes for it to start up, etc. I was reading back on a few of the posts from the past while before I got down to it, just to catch up on what's been happening in the community, and to get me in the mood, when I read one of Midget Wrangler's posts mentioning a fight she'd had with the in-laws, directing to a post on her own blog. I thought to myself, I'll have a read of this, because, frankly, I was very interested to hear her side of the story, having already heard my parent's (her in-laws) take on things. I had no intention of getting involved in the arguement myself, let's face it, it's none of my business really.
It was only when I read the comments, where people called my father some quite unsavoury things, that a sudden rage came over me, and is still boiling in me at the moment. I left my own comment there, because, as much as my father can be really annoying, I am not going to stand by and let him be insulted by people who don't even know him.
It was only when I'd published the comment, and realised that there was more that I needed to say, that I started writing this. I'm not an angry person normally. I'm so laid back most of the time that I'm like a rug on vallium. But I can't abide by ignorance, and I won't let ANYONE say malicious things about my family.
It's only in recent years that I've really come to appreciate them. I didn't speak to my brother for over 3 years from when I was about 15, 'til I was 18 or 19. And it's the single biggest regret of my life. If I got to the pearly gates, and was told that I could change one thing, that'd would be it, no questions asked. And the worst thing is that it was all my fault. But luckily enough, I finally grew up, and things are great between us now. Nowadays, since the births of my niece and nephews, whom I absolutely adore, and now the extention of my family to include my new in-laws, I've come to realise how incredibly important family is. My parents are the people who brought me into this world, and brought me up to do what was right. And, as I know MW and my brother would agree, despite the fact that my family is seriously messed up, we both turned out alright, so they can't have been too far off the mark in their parenting methods. If nothing else, I'd do anything I could, not only for my parents, my brother, my sister-in-law, their children, but also my new family on my wife's side. Because that's the way I was brought up.
Don't be too hard on my parents because they like to spoil their grandkids a lot. What grandparents don't? I know that we were spoiled by our grandparents, and I'll probably be the same with my own. The most important thing is that they're family. Don't let it go too long until everything is sorted out, because, like me, you, and more importantly your children, might end up losing out on a few years of their lives.
It's just not worth it.