The belief I chose to share with the class in my fireside
chat is that defining a family supersedes just blood relations. I chose to
share this belief because it’s something I have believed for a long time, and for
the personal reason of me and all my siblings being adopted. I know that my family is a forever family because
we have been sealed together in the temple.
But even families that are put together, and aren’t sealed, I believe
will find a way to be together forever.
One potential
problem with this belief is the issue of homosexual couples. Personally I
believe that constitutionally they have the right to get married and create
whatever family they can together. There is a television show on ABC Family
right now called The Fosters. This
show exemplifies my belief very accurately I believe. It’s about a lesbian couple, and the
different children they’ve had, adopted, and hope to adopt. In my fireside chat
I wanted to get across the message that some families can be chosen, and that
even without blood tying them together, they can be as strong a unit as any
other. I believe that this applies to homosexual couples. It’s easy to get attached to people, and two
people raising a family together, are of course going to feel love and care for
each other. They’re going to love the children they are raising, even if there
ways of attaining them are unconventional.
They are a family. The only
problem with this is that I still believe marriages and families should be created
between a man and a woman, and on the other side there will only be families
headed by a man and woman. It’s almost
crass to say statements like that in modern times, but it is what I believe. But
I still believe that there isn’t one way to define a family, and families
headed by homosexual couples are as much a family as the Walton’s are. Unfortunately, I might have to leave you
hanging. I don’t have a solution for the dilemma I perceive. Just thought I’d share my thoughts.
My family is so precious to me, and
even with all the things that aren’t perfect about it, I wouldn’t trade it for
anything. When I was younger, this was a
different story. I was always bummed
that I didn’t belong to a family who didn’t make me unload the dishwasher and
clean my room. Upon further examination
though, I’m pretty sure they don’t exist. I think of the life I could have had
with a young single mom, compared to the life I have with a loving mother and
father, who have a secure way to provide for their family, and I feel so
blessed. I’m not one of those people
that believe in fate. I don’t believe
everything happens for a reason, and that everyone in my life is meant to be
there. I don’t think you can live like that, because then you’re always asking
why, and sometimes there isn’t an answer. But in relation to my family, I know
that they are where I’m meant to be. I
was supposed to go to the parents that I did, and be in the family that I am. Why? I don’t know why. That question might have already been
answered with my life, or maybe it’ll be answered in the future. All I know is that my Mom, Dad, Brother, and
Sister were planned before any of us came down to this earth.