Family

Daddy was a country boy. From his straw cowboy hat to his dirt crusted steel-toed boots. On the weekends he would stomp around the yard accomplishing various tasks. It was a sun baking summer afternoon on the day Daddy taught me how to use a hammer. I came waddling up to his side wearing his oversized boots, and favorite faded hat. Gently tugging on his hard work stained button up shirt, I murmured, “Daddy can I help? I want to help!” . His suntanned hand lifted the cap from my head, as he sung Merle Haggard’s Silver Wings. “Sure, go take those boots off, and then I’ll show you what to do.”, he answered as he continued humming the tune. Minutes later I came strutting back wearing my favorite sundress and a grin as big as Texas. Because, today I was gonna be just like Daddy! “Are you ready? We are building a deck for the house. So, we need to nail these 2×4’s together. Here, hold this.”, Daddy said as he wrapped my tiny hands around a hammer. His big calloused hands cloaked over mine as he raised our arms in the air and then…BANG… the nail drove into the wood below. “Again! Again!”, I shouted as my eyes lit up like fire works. The following hour was spent thrashing, banging, and whacking at various objects. To this day I’m pretty sure I hit more of Daddy’s fingers than anything else.

 

Family. Love them or hate them, we all would literally not exist with out them. I think we all have a memory in which we yearned to be just like Momma, Daddy, Grandma, Grandpa, or who ever. Its mind blowing to think of how much influence our family had on us as children. The very foundation of our existence began with them.
The average person will spend 20 years living with their family, and the average life span of an American is 80 years old. That leaves us 60+ years away from our family and during that time we create our own Tribe. A tribe, according to dictionary.com, is “a social division in a traditional society consisting of families or communities linked by social, economic, religious, or blood ties, with a common culture and dialect, typically having a recognized leader.” As we met new people, gain life experience, and engage in unfamiliar territory we add members to our tribe. They are typically the top five people you spend the most time with. Perhaps a spouse, coworker, friend, or close family member. It is critical to be selective when choosing tribe members. Why? Because they WILL have an influence upon your life whether you realize it or not. This could be good or bad. Here are a few questions to help you filter out the good tribe members from the bad;

  1. Do you share the same values & morals?
  2. Do they make you smile, lift you up, or brighten up your life?
  3. Do they see the greatness with in you when you cant see it your self?
  4. When conflicts arise, and the tension is high, how is the conflict resolved? Lovingly? Can they admit when they are wrong?
  5. Is the effort to maintain the relationship mutual? Or is one person doing most of the work?
  6. When having a conversation do they say “I” a lot, or are they an active listener?
  7. Do they make you a better version of your self?

There are so many important things to keep in mind when choosing your tribe. Make sure to write down your standards and be picky, be strict, and don’t settle. Because, your tribe attracts your vibe. But, also keep yourself in check. Are you the kind of person people want in their tribe? Do you bring value to others lives? Are you the same type of person you expect your tribe members to be? Because, Your vibe attracts your tribe as well. What you give is what you get.

 

Who is in your tribe?

 

Keeping Your Glass Half Full,

Faith

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