All families are weird. We often don’t realize just how weird until after we leave home and get a little distance from them. But then we see it, and wonder how we hadn’t noticed it before. My family was weird in lots of ways ~ but then, mine was a pastor’s family, so some manner of weird was pretty much guaranteed.
Take anger, for example. Anger wasn’t allowed in my family. Well, that’s not quite true. Dad could get angry. He was allowed. But none of us kids could. At least, not openly.
I remember one time when I was around 7 or 8 I got so angry at my parents that I stormed to my room and slammed the door shut. Not quite understanding how sound waves worked at the time, I proceeded to yell and stomp and give my parents a piece of my mind (from behind that closed door). Some time later I learned that my parents had heard every word of my tirade, and apparently found the whole episode laugh-out-loud funny…which was really confusing to me, because I knew if I had so much as whispered to their faces any of the things I yelled from behind that door, I would have found myself neck deep in a steaming vat of trouble. So how did the presence of a closed door make forbidden behavior suddenly permissible, and even funny?
Like I said. Weird.