Something about spending an excessive amount of time together with people who have similar faults, but refusing to admit it to one another, for fear of being the 'weaker' family member.
Or maybe it's just my family.
I've always wondered if other families are as loud and rambunctious as mine is when we're altogether. And granted, there's 6 of us. We're quite a crowd.
But anyone else with a loud crazy family that seemingly gets louder and crazier on vacation?
I've grown to understand my parents so much more in the past 5 years. We've been able to have frank conversations that don't end in fighting or grumbling, and I actually enjoy talking with my parents nowadays. Our whole family can tease each other and laugh together. Almost like we're friends with them. It's really nice, and I wonder if this is how Caucasian families are in high school/college (you know, without the undercurrents of filial piety from Confucian principles).
I was reminded this family vacation of how much we [siblings and I] had really grown up, and yet, how we would always be children though. Children who still needed to honor and obey our mother and father, children who didn't know everything and needed grace when we messed up. God commands this of us in Ephesians 6.
I am so grateful for what my parents have done for us. What a sacrifice. To raise the four of us and drive us to our extracurriculars, feed us, clothe us, shelter us, and everything - that's some serious work. And we are asked to obey and honor in humility and respect - I think I should learn to do that better.
Anyways, here's to loud and crazy family vacations.
Excuse my rusty writing, it's been so long since I've written in reflection. Writing work emails just isn't the same.
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