One of the things I love about my family is that we stick together.  Over the weekend I had a bit of a flare-up from my surgery and ended up being more comfortable sleeping on the couch than in bed.  My husband insisted on joining me.  I headed to my favorite end of the couch and put up the recliner.  He settled into the loveseat with his feet hanging over the end.

By morning, our dog, Buckles, had joined us.  First he slept on me for a bit and then he moved down the couch and snuggled into two toss pillows.  It was all about solidarity.  This happens around our house.  We stick together.  I know the kiddo would have joined us if she could have.

I like that about our family.  I know that it may change one of these days as Lexiana gets older and we get significantly less cool to her.  She won’t want to stick right with us all the time.  So, I’m trying hard to make sure I enjoy her constant shadow these days.  It is a show of solidarity, I think.  I hope that we’re raising her so that when we need her support she will be there for us as we try to be for our parents now that we are grown-ups.


Family is about solidarity and sticking together.  I have a close extended family as well.  When someone gets sick or dies, we all show up.  When someone has a baby, everyone is there.  It’s what we do.  It’s how we were raised and made.  My family may sometimes drive me crazy, but they’ll be there.  They’ll show up when I need them (and sometimes when I don’t).  And they’ll show solidarity through good times and bad.

My favorite solidarity story happened a few years ago.  My husband and I headed north to Michigan for a long weekend camping trip in honor of our anniversary.  We decided to rent a jet ski.  Without thinking, my husband put the car keys in his pocket.  When we ended up in the lake, so did the car keys.  We didn’t realize it until an hour later.  We were stuck.  Most of our luggage was in the trunk of the car, so we didn’t even have much at the camp site.  We talked about whose parents to call.  We never questioned who would drive three hours to bring us the spare set of keys; we knew that either set would.  Our families have our backs.

Solidarity can also come from friends.  Through the years both my husband and I have had friends show up for us and support us in different ways when we needed it most.  Sometimes it may be just an evening of good food and laughs that we need to alleviate stress.  And other times it may lugging around our furniture during a move.

We’re all in this life together for one another.  Sometimes we need someone to lean on.  And sometimes we need someone to lean on us so we feel useful.  Let’s stick together!

With whom do you share solidarity?

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