Today my brother gave his first talk in Chinese. My dad, stepmom, little brother and nephew came from out of town. As did my brother’s best friend and his family.
My stepdad, my mom’s second husband came.
And my mom’s current husband came.
As we all sat there, my dad in front of me holding my son, my stepfather beside me, and my mom sandwiched between him and her current husband, I couldn’t help but smile.
Most people would look at this situation as being awkward. But for me, that’s life. It’s normal.
I actually think it’s a privilege for me to have so many people in my life that love and care about me. And the fact that they all get along…well, that’s a blessing in and of itself.
I love them all.
I love my father for being the rock. He is always there when I need him. I never worry. Ever. Because I know I have him.
I love my stepfather for being the balance. He always tells me what I need to hear and he makes me feel so proud of where I’ve come from and where I’m going.
And I love my mother’s current husband for being the light. He is a wonderful spiritual head and he makes sure that she has everything she needs. For me, that’s extremely important.
Some people have no father. Most people have one. I have three. And I wouldn’t change that for the world.