One of my favorite books as a child,
(and as a teenager babysitting),
was this one:
In this story a baby bird falls out of the nest,
and goes out in search for his mother.
None of the objects, animals, or even a digger,
can replace his parent.
It is a sweet and endearing book
and if you don’t own it already you must go purchase it so you can read it to your (future) children/grandchildren. 🙂
The definition of family according to the dictionary is:
any group of persons closely related by blood, as parents, children, uncles, aunts, and cousins
But what if I were to tell you that great books tell us otherwise?
Family is so much more than that.
Anyone who reads knows it.
In Anne of Green Gables,
her family is the whole town.
Harry Potter had Hagrid, Hermione, and Ron.
On his journey in Lord of the Rings Frodo’s family grew from Bilbo,
to include elves, dwarves, and a powerful wizard.
You see, family is so much more than those who are related to us,
and I think that is the primaray function of many books:
to show us how much bigger our “family” is.
It’s true, blood is thicker than water,
but there is no mention of similar DNA. 😉
What is your favourite non-traditional family story? I love to hear from you. 🙂