While we were in the car this morning, Rose said to me, "We are a broken family". I was a bit surprised that a) she had said it, b) the phraseology and c) that she seemed to understand the concept. (We live in a rarified existence where most families she knows have 1 mum, 1 dad, still married.) She explained that she thought this because daddy worked a lot of the time during the day and so we weren't together all the time. OK, forget c)!! I explained that was normal and that a broken family meant one parent did not live with the rest of the family.
Actually, I think we're probably an abnormal family. Having marked the occasion of fourteen years of marriage yesterday, (where did that go?) I know it is not something to take lightly in this day and age, and nor is our "normal" family. And how normal is it to live in a country that is not your own? I doubt our kids will feel "normal" when we return to England. And, yet, for those whose citizenship is in heaven we are all 'aliens' wherever we live. It's good to be reminded of that from time to time.
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We could say what is normal? When anything goes and there are no standards, laws or guidelines accepted by soceity normal is a defunct term.
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