I come from a fabulous family. Really–I somehow lucked out on that one. One of the questions I have on my list of things to ask the Lord after this life is how families were organized. Is it random? Was it just chance that I happened to be born in Utah instead of in Ethiopia, Russia, or London? Why was I born in the 20th century and not the dark ages? I don’t think the Lord leaves things to chance–so that option is currently tabled. This means that there was purpose in when I was born, where I was born, who I was born to, and who my siblings are. I understand how families are bound together for the eternities after this life; but, I am interested to find out how those families were organized together in the first place. Whatever the reason why my particular family was grouped together, I’m thankful for it. I’ll keep ’em.
Besides our blue eyes and A negative blood type, there’s really not many similarities between the members of my family. In some ways that can be incredibly frustrating, but in many ways that’s what makes it fun to be learning and growing together. There’s very few talents that are possessed by more than one member of the family. Perhaps that is so we will rely on and assist each other. Each person plays a vital role.
My mom and I attended a baby shower recently and one of the games was to guess what the baby would inherit from each parent–hair color, ears, sense of humor, intelligence, etc. My mom looked at me and said, “I don’t think any of you got anything from us. You’re all your own people.” It was a good laugh, but true.
I’m grateful for a wise and loving Heavenly Father who knew that we would need each other, and who organized us into a family so that we could help, support, love, and enjoy each other.