Why We Should Stop Using The Term "Broken Family"

Why We Should Stop Using The Term "Broken Family"

Is a family that's different really anything other than a family?

There are plenty of things in life that we can refer to, with certainty, as "broken": bones, glass, toys, a car, or a phone. But families should not ever be referred to as "broken." Is love within a family really something you can see from the outside and call broken or cracked or damaged? If a family contains step-parents or stepchildren, should that family really be considered broken? If we don't call families with adopted children broken, why should we call families with a stepchild or stepparent broken? Does this somehow make a family less of a family?

On the contrary, I believe that family might be full. That family might be wonderful, even though from the outside it looks as if something has been broken, maybe because a child is being raised in two different places. Why are we not content to simply call it a family? Why must we put a label on everything that we can see, everything that is different, instead of accepting it for what it really is? And what it really is, is a family.

Because my parents have both remarried since their divorce, my family is often referred to as broken. I however, have never seen it that way. They have always just been my family. I have never felt any less loved, by my biological parents or my step-parents, nor by my brothers and sisters simply because we share no blood, or only a little.

A family is just a family, as simple and beautiful as that. Nothing and no one is broken, unrepairable or damaged because no family is less than another. My challenge to you is to think about whether or not it is important to mention that someone comes from a "broken family." What is implied is that they are somehow lesser, because their family is different and has been through different circumstances. Think about how it feels to a step-parent to hear someone refer to their family as broken because they have a child that is not their own. Regardless of whether or not all members of a family are biologically related or not, they should not be referred to as anything other than a family. A family is made of love. And if there is love, a family is never broken.

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To The Grandmothers Who Made Us The Women We Are Today

Sincerely, the loving granddaughters.

The relationship between a grandmother and her granddaughter is something so uniquely special and something to be treasured forever.

Your grandma loves you like you are her own daughter and adores you no matter what. She is the first person you run to when you have a problem with your parents and she never fails to grace you with the most comforting advice.

She may be guilty of spoiling you rotten but still makes sure to stress the importance of being thankful and kind.

Your grandma has most likely lived through every obstacle that you are experiencing now as a young adult and always knows just exactly what to say.

She grew up in another generation where things were probably much harder for young women than they are today.

She is a walking example of perseverance, strength, and grace who you aim to be like someday.

Your grandma teaches you the lessons she had to learn the hard way because she does not want you to make the same mistakes she did when she was growing up.

Her hugs never fail to warm your heart, her smile never fails to make you smile, and her laugh never fails to brighten your day.

She inspires you to be the best version of yourself that you can be.

You only hope that one day you can be the mother and grandmother she was to you.

A piece of girl’s heart will forever belong to her grandma that no one could ever replace.

She is the matriarch of your family and is the glue that holds you all together.

Grandmothers play such an important role in helping their granddaughters to grow into strong, intelligent, kind women.

She teaches you how to love and how to forgive.

Without the unconditional love of your grandma, you would not be the woman you are today.

To all of the grandmothers out there, thank you for being you.


the loving granddaughters

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Poetry on Odyssey: Broken Girl

He held her up


and then one day, she stopped pursuing the things of this world

she picked up God's armor

prepared herself with the spirit's sword

and from then on, God never let go of her

she stumbled often

He held her up

sometimes she doubted

He taught her to trust

she would stress over how to win the battles

He would reassure her that peace would soon be restored

while she was fretting over those small battles,

He'd already won the war

through every hardship he was with her

whenever she felt alone, he reminded her that she was not

whenever she began trusting in herself, He reminded her to surrender

a love as great as the Lord's could never be bought

she deserved no grace at all

but he blessed her beyond compare

He always listened when she called

lifted her burdens when she cast her cares

she does the best she can to devote her life to Him

and though she falls short of his glory

he loves her and sees beauty when all she sees is a girl who's broken

He keeps her going because His mercies are new every morning

Originally posted on my blog, Rithimus Poeta. (rithimuspoeta.blogspot.com)

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