I remember learning in elementary school about the different kinds of families. I didn’t like learning that because I knew I didn’t have the classic style, and while I truly loved (and I still do) my family, it didn’t have an illustrated representation in the book. I didn’t want a different family, I just wanted that class and whatever it was trying to accomplish to end. It did.
Now I have a different family which I doubt anthropological literature recognizes. It’s formed by an incredibly kind and good looking husband, plants, hummingbirds and a bunch of little ones that range from a seasonal moose to a rubber duck, and myself of course. I deeply love all these members, I cannot see my life without them. I don’t care what people think about me, specially with their classic what you need is a baby, so you can stop knitting clothes for your sock monkey. Well, let me tell you people: you don’t know what I want, you don’t even know me, you have no idea who I am.
Luckily I’ve learned over the last few years, that I don’t need to explain or justify myself to others. People will be always unhappy and judgmental of what they see and don’t understand or approve.