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Why I love coming from a large family


I came from a big family. I have a lot of aunts and uncles and cousins. These are people I love and hold dear to my heart, but that's not what we'll discuss today.


My parents have been married for 36 years and I have four sisters.



We are close. REALLY close. I have laughed with these people, loved with these people. We have endured heartbreak together, and reached milestones together. My parents have done their due diligence raising us. It couldn't have been easy. 


There are eighteen years between my oldest and youngest sisters. The age difference fades as we all enter adulthood. The playing field levels and our bonds grow closer. These are my people. My tribe. Never more than a phone call away. Most of us even live on the same property in rural Mississippi. 


Growing up with a house full of girls was hard. Our personalities are different, we handle life, love and sadness differently. Our words could be reckless, and we even resorted to throwing things on occasion. But those days are long past, in this season of life we are one another's support. We switch up as sounding boards, support systems, babysitters, chauffeurs, nurses, therapists, etc. We are more different than ever, but more alike than we realize. 


Hold onto one another. Love, laugh, cry, whatever it takes to find and maintain the tribe. Looking back it was well worth the trials. 

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