Mum, my sister and I, Greece 70′s.
Family relationships are complex, they just are, and there are no two ways about it.
The time we spend, once having flown the nest trying to figure out who we actually are, can often span a whole lifetime. Within that time, so much of it is spent distancing ourselves, in order to try and shape and sculpt, a new independent, unattached or less effected, you.
I realize I have spent much my life judging my own family and looking at where things could have been different. But now finally, at nearly 40, I am finally aware of just how unique, open and special our relationship with each other, actually is. Sure everyone is pissed off at each other for one thing or another, most of the time but at the heart of it, there is a deep love and respect for one another.
Generally, when most families get together, some of the most ridiculous patterns of behavior are reverted back to. Your father becomes a bossy overbearing bigot and your mum, becomes silent and un -opinionated and you, well you become a grumpy defensive 14 year old and play out the same old conversations, 20 years later!
The problem is that we can get so triggered by past stuff, just like an old scar that burns sometimes, that we all tend to forget that there is, with a bit of effort, an opportunity for it to be a different way.
Mum and dad on the right, my sister and I, 2 little blondes, Delhi 70′s.