Through various circumstances, this last week or so has led me to some interesting observations; about life, relationships, myself and others.
The old saying ‘blood is thicker than water’ is something we all hear bandied about but how true is it? It is said flippantly, yet it categorically infers that family will always come first and that those who aren’t ‘blood’ are somehow second grade and not quite as reliable when we are in need.
I would argue that. Family members treat each other abominably sometimes, and for some families, it’s the norm. Just this week I have heard of a sibling refusing to attend his brother’s funeral; a father repeatedly telling his son in the middle of the street for all to hear that he is an f***ing moron; parent’s being stolen from, lied to and taken advantage of to feed the drug habits of their sons. Families behaving badly are all around us.
Families should be where we can find the most love, support and safety. As I grow older, the importance of family increases, but right alongside that, so too does the importance of friends. Due to certain incidences in my own life lately, I am really appreciating the amazing friends I have. Their love, loyalty, and steadfast determination to stand by me is a gift I hope to never take for granted.
I don’t think there should be any discrimination between family or friends. It’s the relationship that matters. It’s the quality of the sharing, rather than the sharing of DNA, that counts.
It is true for me that some of my family members are indeed my friends, yet blood is not thicker than water. I would not give up the support of my friends, cheering me on from the sidelines and loving me unconditionally, simply because different blood runs through our veins. Sometimes, friends are the only ones still there when everyone else has walked out, family included.
So to all my strong, amazing, courageous, kind and giving friends, new and long-time, I say – thank you. You mean more, give more and are worth more than you will ever know.