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Let Me Introduce You To My “Family”….

September 18, 2011 Leave a comment Go to comments

No matter where we come from, regardless of what was true for us growing up, we all end up with a family living inside our heads.

At least I do…

They are not real people, though they represent archetypes that we all recognize. The baby, the bully, the mediator….. You name ’em, I got ’em. Here’s the lineup:

Trixie is my inner child. She’s about 3, just learning to talk about the things she sees but can’t quite process. She only understands simple pain and simple joy. She’s full of questions and silly observations that mostly make people laugh. Her parents are:

Warren Peece, an old hippie activist who had his name legally changed to distance himself from his family legacy. He just can’t seem to stop being offended by everything that happens and speaks up whenever he perceives an injustice being done to powerless people. He’s not very good at constructively putting his efforts where his mouth is, so he married:

Anne Chovey, a reporter he met at a demonstration against some cause he can’t quite remember due to a previous propensity for illicit substances. Anne was that stable influence, like so many women are for their husbands. She has an uncanny ability to gather the facts and prioritize them, though she doesn’t do it unless she’s asked. And you know free-spirit Warren doesn’t want his passions made constructive. He’s simply acting out against his father:

Thaddeus A. Bunchable, a conservative blowhard, a “self-made man” who can’t stop spouting about how the world is going to Hell because of these hippie, Bible-bashing deadbeats who’ve never done an honest day’s work. He doesn’t want his hard-earned money going to bail out the lazy good-for-nothing welfare cheats who are dragging down the beloved country that he fought so hard for. And since he doesn’t believe in divorce, he has been married for too many years to:

Fritzi, a compulsive, unrepentant hedonist who copes with Thad’s chronic grumpiness by seeking out a party anytime and anywhere. Heck, she doesn’t even care if nobody’s around — she’ll have a party by herself, all dressed up with nowhere to go. Her motto is, “If life hands you lemons, make mine a Stoli Lemon Drop!” But deep inside, Fritzi is sad. Really, really sad. Usually after a bout of trying to entertain away her inner despair, Fritzi turns to:

Sister Ellen, a non-denominational nun that the whole family secretly goes to when the world gets too hard to take. Sister Ellen loves to sit with Trixie on her lap listening and laughing at the stories Trixie makes up about stuff; she understands Warren like few others, knowing that his heart is pure even if his actions aren’t; she respects Anne for being objective, but wishes her heart were a little more open to feeling something; she sees the pain in Thaddeus that can only express itself by lashing out; and she secretly idolizes Fritzi for being able to let it all hang out, even though she knows the exuberance is false.

This family, the family that is me, the one that is so dysfunctional yet so passionate, so hateful and hurtful and yet so kind …. is where I come from. They blame and forgive, dishonor and repent, yell and cry, but always come back together in laughter. They care for each other deeply, even when their words and actions seem to indicate otherwise. Time has allowed them to understand each other and give one another the space to work things out. It’s not always easy to bear witness to someone else’s growing pains, but they always manage to come back together when the dust settles.

I love my family, warts and all……

  1. September 18, 2011 at 1:29 pm

    “… but they always manage to come back together when the dust settles.” That, to me, is the strength of family… imaginary or otherwise. Love the descriptions of your family members. I would love to believe we all have a “Sister Ellen” to turn to…I do.

  2. Ursula
    September 18, 2011 at 1:41 pm

    I believe the rest of us have joined “your family”…. or, perhaps….. we are just re-joining that family…. heck… I rather enjoy the multifaceted personalities….. 😉

  3. Mickey Grooters
    September 18, 2011 at 1:48 pm

    I love this. and Ursula’s comment – the rest of us who have “joined your family”- maybe Ursula really knows you f2f- but some of us feel joined through your writings!
    Trixi is my alter ego–but not at 3. A friend gave me a brass key chain inscribed Trixi and we have a wooden hand lettered sign Trixi and the Rev– sometimes need to dig to find Trix, but she is there. Thinking of Thad and Fritzi is a hoot–or…

  4. September 18, 2011 at 3:04 pm

    It’s one big wacky family but in a weird way it works. As I sat down waiting for my computer to start up again after a nanosecond lapse in electrical service, I picked up a book I’m reading by Caroline Myss called “Invisible Acts of Power: Personal Choices That Create Miracles” and was struck by what I read. It explained my “family” to a T and made it all make sense.

    “In [the] center of emotional perceptions, the heart softens the mind’s strict judgments. Without the heart’s influence, the mind can become defensive, hard, brittle, uncompromising, and cold. It can also lack discernment, stamina, or principles. The fourth chakra is “central control”; it mediates between mind and body. When the heart is engaged, it drives the body to act on the mind’s ideas; when your heart energy is absent — when your heart is not in something, your actions have no force.”

    This is the incongruity I think many of us face, this disconnect between our hearts and our minds that results in imbalance. As in a dysfunctional family, all members become imbalanced in response to others. But the open heart, the unimpeded fourth chakra, allows all to become balanced again, creating a healthy whole.

  5. Anonymous
    September 18, 2011 at 5:53 pm

    One big loving family like the Waltons…Goodnight Trixie, Goodnight Warren, Goodnight Anne…..and on, and on……all under one roof together for a reason.

  6. Mama Nance
    September 19, 2011 at 6:48 pm

    I hope the county doesn’t find out how many people are living in our house !

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