I love this phrase. Such an idealic scene ensues. A woman baking away in a kitchen with an apron wrapped around her waist. Her man standing by with a supportive arm around her shoulders and little children gathered around while she gently stirs the goodies in the bowl.
Blending a Family is probably the furthest thing from that image. I've done a bit of research and no one is talking about it. You know why.....because no one is blending!
We are chopping. Grating. Grinding!! I admit, "We Are Chopping Our Family" isn't as quite a socially acceptable phrase.
Have you ever baked bread? You mix a few ingredients together, add the yeast place a towel over the bowl and let it rise. All that gooey goodness warming and rising. Several hours later when that beautiful round ball is ready we peel back the towel and beat it into submission. That is what blending a family is like!!
Some days mixing his and mine are easy, idyllic. Other days we feel a little war torn and exhausted by the end of the day. The hurtles are real and blind side us usually at the dinner table. Some days require a bit more mingling, others require a bit more fusing of the ingredients and some days you need to throw out the whole bowl and start all over again the next day.
Everyday is different.
Every moment is real.
Every opportunity is great and I wouldn't miss a minute of it even if I could.