I'm starting a spring break from blogging. I'll be back in a week. Meanwhile, I've scheduled a few snips from past posts I hope you'll enjoy:
My husband and I both grew up in solid two-parent families where Dad worked and Mom stayed home with the kids. We've been married 14 years with one child and we are doing fine with a two-career marriage that's the norm today.
But is ours the only sort of family that counts? No way. My brother and his longtime partner are a family unto themselves. They're also part of an extended family of friends, and I don't begrudge Jeff the fact that - due to geographical proximity and shared interests - he's closer to them than he is to me. Family means having people nearby with whom you can break bread on holidays, toast milestone birthdays, and call on when you need a hand.
When our daughter was younger, she had three main babysitters. One was from a large Mormon family with both mom and dad at home. Another was a girl being raised by her mom; she later went to live with her dad. Another was a girl being raised by two dads - in Twin Falls, Idaho. Last I heard, they were all happy and close to their respective parents.
Read it all here.