8 Reasons Family Should Always Come First

8 Reasons Family Should Always Come First

“You don’t choose your family. They are God’s gift to you, as you are to them.”

There are only a select few people in the world who will do anything for you, never judge you, and love you unconditionally, and they are your family. Whether they are distant or immediate, you grew up with the same values passed down for generations. And when it comes down to it, your family are the only ones that will be in your corner no matter what. The bond you share with your mother, father, siblings, grandparents, uncles, aunts, and cousins is unbreakable. And sure, every family has their ups and downs, but at the end of the day, you will always be together. No argument, distance, or issue can break those familial ties that go back for decades. To me, family is the most important thing in my life, and here are eight reasons why they should always come first.

1. They know you better than anyone else.

At this point, my family knows me better than I know myself. My mother can tell me what I am going to say before I even think it. They almost always know what’s best for you, even if you don’t realize it at the time. And if your grandma knows someone is wrong for you, you better drop them ASAP because God knows Grandma is right about everything.

2. They raised you.

Your family members are your day ones. Literally, they’ve been there for you since you were in diapers. Which means that they put up with you when you were a little 4-year-old brat and through the awkward middle school years, which means a lot. They’ve cared for you for your entire life, and nothing is more special than the bond that comes from that.

3. You’ve done so many amazing things together.

Family vacations, day trips, and even summer barbecues are some of my favorite memories; laughing with your aunts, uncles, and cousins after Uncle Jim has had one too many beers. There are so many memorable things that you have experienced together over the course of your life, and nothing can make you forget all of those good times.

4. They take care of you.

No one dotes on you when you’re sick like your family. And no one would come pick you up from a party at 3 a.m. other than your crazy and loving uncle. Your family will always take care of you better than anyone else, hands down.

5. No distance can change your relationships.

My two first cousins live in Spain, along with my aunts and abuelos (for only half the year). So we live on totally different continents, but that doesn’t change the fact that they will always love and care for me. Sure, sending emails is nothing like seeing them, but we keep in touch, and when I do see them, it doesn’t feel like it’s been seven years.

6. They support you in all of your endeavors.

No matter what you choose to do, your family will support you 100 percent. They may not agree with you on everything, but they’ll always be in your corner.

7. They will always be there for you.

No matter how hard you try to get rid of them, your family will always be by your side. Even when it feels as if everyone in the world is against you, and nothing is going right, your family will have your back.

8. Wherever your family is, you always feel at home.

As the saying goes, home is where the heart is. But what makes a home a home is the people that are there. So wherever you travel or set your sights to, as long as you have your family, you will always feel right at home.

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To The Parent Who Chose Addiction

Thank you for giving me a stronger bond with our family.


When I was younger I resented you, I hated every ounce of you, and I used to question why God would give me a parent like you. Not now. Now I see the beauty and the blessings behind having an addict for a parent. If you're reading this, it isn't meant to hurt you, but rather to thank you.

Thank you for choosing your addiction over me.

Throughout my life, you have always chosen the addiction over my programs, my swim meets or even a simple movie night. You joke about it now or act as if I never questioned if you would wake up the next morning from your pill and alcohol-induced sleep, but I thank you for this. I thank you because I gained a relationship with God. The amount of time I spent praying for you strengthened our relationship in ways I could never explain.

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Thank you for giving me a stronger bond with our family.

The amount of hurt and disappointment our family has gone through has brought us closer together. I have a relationship with Nanny and Pop that would never be as strong as it is today if you had been in the picture from day one. That in itself is a blessing.

Thank you for showing me how to love.

From your absence, I have learned how to love unconditionally. I want you to know that even though you weren't here, I love you most of all. No matter the amount of heartbreak, tears, and pain I've felt, you will always be my greatest love.

Thank you for making me strong.

Thank you for leaving and for showing me how to be independent. From you, I have learned that I do not need anyone else to prove to me that I am worthy of being loved. From you, I have learned that life is always hard, but you shouldn't give into the things that make you feel good for a short while, but should search for the real happiness in life.

Most of all, thank you for showing me how to turn my hurt into motivation.

I have learned that the cycle of addiction is not something that will continue into my life. You have hurt me more than anyone, but through that hurt, I have pushed myself to become the best version of myself.

Thank you for choosing the addiction over me because you've made me stronger, wiser, and loving than I ever could've been before.

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Batter Up

Because someone needed to teach her rotten boyfriend a lesson about how to treat a woman.


I have this memory from when I was younger,

I must have been six, maybe seven? An age

When you can remember, but not quite

Understand. I remember the landline

Ringing sometime in the middle

Of the night in my grandmother's small,

But adequate house. I had been sleeping,

Tucked under a shield of satin covers,

My grandmother next to me, blanketless,

And stiff, on the very edge of the queen mattress

Like she was anticipating some sort of disaster.

It wasn't the phone that pulled me from my sleep,

It was my grandmother's instant jerk, her eyes

Flipping open quicker than a light switch,

The mattress springing back up, adjusting

To the new lightness as she fled the room. My waking

Was soft like a song. Slow and humane.

My eyes adjusting to the dark, my ears absorbing the ringing,

My mind reminding itself that I was at my grandmother's house.

Then, the ringing stopped;

Abrupt, like a disarmed fire alarm.

It was just a drill, I thought.

But, then I heard the mumbling

From behind the door, panicked mumbling.

Rapid, like gunfire. My grandmother's Rs

Rolling down the hallway and under the door crack.

She only spoke Spanish when she was angry.

The call ended, my grandmother returned to the room,

Wrapped me in a blanket, and carried me into the night.

She buckled me into the backseat of her Toyota and said,

We were going to Auntie Mandy's house because someone

Needed to teach her rotten boyfriend a lesson about how to treat

A woman.

When we arrived at the house, we found the front door

Wide open, the house lights spilling out onto the porch.

A truck, I had seen once before, was parked a foot away

From the front door, aggressive. The truck had trampled

Over the dandelions and daisies, which lay wounded

In the front yard. A scene that begged for investigation.

My grandmother told me to stay put in my seat.

I watched as she walked to the back of the car, her normally pretty

Face turned straight, looked masculine. I watched as she pulled

Something wooden out of her trunk, then in her feline walk,

Approached the house. She turned to me, and I saw the

Baseball bat, immense in her female hands.

I slouched in my seat, the window above my head.

I never saw her go into the house.

I don't remember how long I sat,

Until the red and blue lights came.

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