My family is me, mum, dad, two older sisters (Maggie, 27 and Bess, 21), two older brothers (Will, 25 and Kit, 18) and my twin brother (Alex, 16). My grandparents (mum's parents) also live here, in an annex to the house, but they pretty much live their own lives as they have their own entrance etc.
Only Kit, Alex and I live at home right now, but older brother will be off to university in the autumn, so then it will just be me and my twin.
On the face of it, we're a functional family, but like any family we have our issues.
My biggest issue is my relationship with my mum. She's a surgeon working very long hours, and as a result, I spent my early years more or less being raised by a nanny. When my sisters my younger, my mum wasn't in such a senior role as she is now, so they saw more of her then I did when they were really young. However, when I was 18-months old, she was promoted to a senior role and worked even more hours then she did before. We already had a nanny then, it was nothing new, but she took a more "hands on" role for me, Alex and Kit when we still very young.
My Dad is a barrister, so works long hours too, although not as long as what my mum works. My dad was there for us more than my mum was.
I can honestly say, hand on heart, that my mum did not take me, Alex and Kit to school on one single occasion, nor did she ever pick us up. This included our first day at school. Dad did take us and/or collect us on a few occasions, not a huge number of times, but enough for us to remember.
I'd say about 80% of the time, Mum wasn't even home before we went to bed. I have few memories of her reading me bedtime stories, most of the time it was the nanny or Dad.
As us younger ones got older, there wasn't the need for the nanny any more, so then we were left to fend for ourselves.
Anyway, the end result of all this is, I have a difficult relationship with my mum. We clash a lot. She doesn't really know me and she certainly doesn't "get" me. My sisters get on better with her, because she was around more during those crucial younger years, and to me that shows the importance of spending time with your children during their first years.
Do I sound bitter? Well it's probably because I am. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying my mum should have given up her career to stay-at-home, but I just wish she could have job-shared or took on reduced hours for a while (something she admitted she was offered for a fixed-term period, so she could be at home more during our younger years). She missed out on so much, something that to her credit, she does acknowledge.
Her defence is, that she wanted to show us children, that women can have a place outside the home. Fair enough. However, I always say to her, that working outside the home doesn't have to mean hardly ever being there for your children.
So yes, I'm bitter, and to be honest I'm not sure I'll ever have a close relationship with my mum. There is resentment there that I cannot shake right now. I'm much closer to my dad, because he was there more, and as a result I'm more like him. We both share a love of classic rock, rugby and X-Men comic books.