To my shame I’ve found that I’ve neglected for many years my most immediate responsibility: my own family. Not that I’ve shunned them or have set myself against them but my relationship with them has been of a more indifferent nature then should be permissible.

In my pursuit of my academic goals, I’ve forsaken the responsibilities of the eldest and haven’t directly involved myself in the affairs of my siblings. I divested myself from familial affairs far too early and easily. When I started college, I rapidly cut off all that borrowed energy from me in an attempt to keep up with the pace I had set myself (ha… and the crazy thing is I’m picking up my pace . I ceased my participation in Royal Rangers, I decreased my studies in Bible Quiz, my personal reading took a hit that has never recovered, and slowly I became the black sheep of my family.

I was mad at how the public school system was slowly corrupting my siblings and watched as they slowly drifted away from the straight and narrow. I would complain and mumbled about the change in my siblings. It wasn’t until a couple months ago when my mind was renewed that I realized how hypocritical it was for me to cast such judgments without playing an active role in their upbringing myself. I wrote about the God-given responsibility of the parents to take an invested interest in their children’s lives in that regards but the truth of the matter is that it’s not limited to just the parents. I, too, have a responsibility to my siblings. A duty that hasn’t been discharged with faithfully.

And I fear that perhaps this realization of my duty has come too late. That the damage has been already done and that they are forever lost to me. For a few I fear that this may be the case but thankfully I can see some improvements in my relationships with the others already.

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