I was born from a big family. I am one of the more or less 20 grandchildren. I have 20 aunts and uncles and of course a pair of parents and a pair grandparents.
When I was child, I really didn’t have an idea how your family can greatly affect you. I thought it was just a name, and there’s nothing more to it. I didn’t know what lies behind- the family ties, the relationship, the bond. It was like you’ll get to know them and that’s it. When you get to see your aunts/uncles, you pay respect, and that’s it. But I was wrong.
When I was growing up, elementary days those were, everything’s kind of getting clear to me. That family is important, that the ties are significant, that the relationship was innate to everyone. That being a Salomon must I be proud of.
I remember those people close to the family always admire us because like what they say, my father and his siblings were brought up by my grandparents in the best way that they could. Respectful, loving, caring, and all the good adjectives you can say. I am in no objection to that. They add also that my grandparents were the best parents they want to model their parenthood with, because despite a big number, they were able to let their children grow holistically, and they were able to send them to school. One aunt of mine is now a Physician. 3 others including my dad is an Optometrist. The rest earned their respective degrees as well.
Because of those praises, our family bedazzled me. I thought that ours were the perfect one. Ours was always the best example. Ours is how I wanted my future family should be. Turns out? Ours was never the perfect one, ours was never the best example.
There is never a single perfect family and I’ve known that when I was in high school. Throughout my life, I have thought that our family was the perfect one just like what I said, but as I learned more, I understood life more; I came to know that those were just hallucinations perhaps.
In the family, there were a lot of indifferences. There even came a point that we felt (our own family) that we were the black sheep among the others. We felt that there were relatives, cousins, who were against us. We felt the partiality. There even came a point that we felt helpless. Then I blamed the cliché “The family helps one another” for disappointing making me believe it though it was just too good to be true that time.
There was also a point that I was so jealous of my cousins because they are this close to our grandparents. My grandparents from the other side have gone to heaven already even before I was born. I felt like my grandparents didn’t like me or didn’t appreciate me. I can’t blame them though; I was this naughty boy before. I was loath perhaps by everyone. When I was young, I didn’t bring awards and recognitions unlike some of my cousins. I was this spoiled child of my parents. It was as if all the negative traits a child could have were in me.
You may not get what I want to say. But imagine you’re in my shoes. Being one of the 20 or more grandchildren is pretty hard. I say there may be a cold war, though that’s an exaggeration, between us. We kids may not necessarily have to fight one another, but getting the attention of our grandparents really needs some tactics. And ever since, I was defeated in such.
But those were the days.
Now I have accepted the fact that I am yet just another grandchild of them. I have likewise accepted the idea that sometimes there are people way better than you.
I have also learned how to forgive but not forget. Forgive because after all, we still have the same blood rushing through our veins, we all came from our own grandparents. No matter how many misunderstandings went and will soon to come, no matter how much heartache one can cause to another, we are still the family of HENRY SALOMON after all.
But why forget not? I beg to differ in forgetting everything because those pains that have marked leave not only scars but lessons as well. And if one forgets, then one may forget the lessons learned too.
How is it being a Salomon? Unique and worth being proud of.
I know I shall bring this name until my last breath. But I am proud now, that at least, I have awakened from those thoughts about our family that, I know, will never happen. Salomon may not be the perfect family, but I am proud to be part of it.