Family Knows Your Story

No matter your family

When you’ve grown up in the same house with the same people, your family knows your story. They are the only ones who truly know because they were there. When all else is gone, family is the one who knows.

No one can understand your childhood like your family. You might have fought like cats and dogs, but in the end, you’re family. Your family is the only one who truly knows your story.

The stories of escapades, of bickering, vacations (or no vacations at all) can only be told by your family. Your family was there. Who else really knows what it was like to be rich – or poor?  To have little – or a lot? To skimp and save or have enough to give away? Who else understands the dysfunctions of your own family better than those who experienced it along with you?

No one else can remember your Christmases as a child. You might tell others and share the stories, but they were not there.Your family knows – because they were there. No one else remembers the chaos and inside jokes because they were not there. Your family knows and understands those jokes.

No one else understands the pecking order of your siblings. They can’t, because they weren’t there. They might see it now when you’re adults, but they didn’t feel that order growing up. Your family did, because they were there and were part of the pecking order.

Only your family knows

No matter how long it’s been since you were a kid, or how far you’ve moved from home, some things remain. Whether you’re on speaking terms with your siblings, disengaged, estranged, or closer than ever, your family is the only one who knows your story. Your family is the only one who really understands because they were there. They know your story. You know theirs.

Hang onto that. When no one else understands or knows, your family knows. They were there. They still are.

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