What’s with This “Instant Family” Trend?
I recently read an article where Michael Phelps talks about the group of swimmers he has just begun training with in Arizona, and already calls them family as in “Just a normal day with the fam!”
Family? . . . Hunh.
As best I can tell, he met most of these people a couple of weeks ago.
Without a doubt, he has most likely never even come close to: finding himself yelling at them to stop yelling, sharing a bedroom closet roughly the size of a large shoebox, or suffering through an endlessly noxious 26-hour car ride home from the west coast in a faux wood-paneled station wagon after one particular sibling had over-served himself dried apricots.
When you’re truly family, you can, more often than not, fill in cartoon thought bubbles above others’ heads in photographs with astonishing accuracy. You know their food preferences and aversions almost as well as your own. And you know precisely what to say or do to make them blow volcanic clouds of black smoke out of their ears, give you a sideways stink eye, or laugh until their ribs hurt.
In my book, time and perfectly imperfect experiences are required to make someone a member of your family. It’s not even a blood relative thing. For example, there’s not an ounce of blood shared between my husband, my boys, our dog, and me, yet there’s no disputing the fact that we’re a family.
It’s a lifetime spent together learning everything about each other, loving each other, and baring witness to each other’s lives. And if that witnessing just so happens to come while squished in a car with a silent-but-deadly farter in the mix, you get family bonus points. Scads of bonus points will, in fact, be sent your way, my poor, put-upon friend.
What’s with this “instant family” trend?
Have you seen it? It seems to be running rampant.
Where did it come from?
Do you buy into it?