Adjusting to a large family
I’ve been a married woman for just over three months, and in that time frame I’ve been asked the same question dozens of times: “How is married life treating you?”
I love that question, because I get the chance to brag on my husband. He works hard to provide for us, but even more he understands that my job is hard too -- albeit not physically. He constantly tells me how awesome and beautiful I am, which means more than he’ll ever know.
But, one question I had not expected to hear so much (especially from strangers) is: “Are you related to so-and-so?”
The question about how my marriage is going is an easy one, but family ties is a much more difficult question. It’s not that I don’t know Logan’s family, it’s just there are so many of them!
Last week, a group of Cub Scouts stopped by my house, and while ordering popcorn I had to give my first and last name to the kids’ dad.
I got the same question I still don’t know the question to, “Stockrahm... Are you related to (insert almost any name here).”
I feel silly having to answer, “Um... Probably! I don’t know for sure because my husband is related to everyone.”
I come from a small family. There were never many Westfalls close by, considering my dad was from Missouri. Basically all I have in the area are my mom, sister, nephews, grandparents, uncle and a cousin. Our gatherings are small (but mighty, if I do say so myself).
So, the next time you ask me about my family ties, keep in mind my father-in-law has more than a dozen siblings. Getting to know the whole family is going to take a lifetime -- A lifetime I couldn’t be more excited for!
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