We are all products of our environment – good or bad. Luckily, my family was just plain crazy, dysfunctional and generally good. Not everyone can say that – I’m not saying that we were normal, that there weren’t bad times – but I think the good times far outweighed the bad times – or at least in my memory they do. My sisters may disagree with me – but this is my blog and I get to tell the story the way I remember it. If my sisters want to dispute my facts – let them write their own blogs!
One thing we need to clarify before we go any further is the whole notion of ‘normal.’ What is normal? Is normal a stay-at-home Mom who bakes cookies and talks in a sugary sweet voice to her children all the time? Is normal the Mom who works outside the home, who is a little stressed at times and definitely crazy most of the time? Is normal a two-parent, one-parent or grandparent household? Who knows? My personal opinion is that there is no such thing as normal. The only thing a home should be is full of is love – and my case, that came in the form of Amazing Grace – my mom, A. Grace Hogan.
We all have those people in our lives who truly shapes the person we become – whether we want to or not. Sometimes it’s our parents, sometimes it’s a close friend, sometimes it’s a hero – fictional or real. We can either choose that person – or God just gives us to that person and sits backs and waits for the result. In my case, since God definitely has a sense of humor (if you don’t believe that, just look at a platypus!) – I was given to a family which definitely puts the ‘fun’ back in dysfunctional.