I am far from it. I hate the phone so rarely call people. I don't leave my house often. I procrastinate. I avoid confrontation by avoiding people who I feel strife with. I am over sensitive. I don't seperate my laundry. I hate eating new things. I am overly critical of myself. I am stubborn. I probably am too honest with my girls.
I know these things. I try to work on them.
My view of family has always been that we love, accept, forgive. That we try to keep mean words out of it and if we slip we apologize. For the most part my life is full of this. Full of love and laughter. Full of compassion and understanding, generosity and pride. I have family that love me, even when I'm the oddball. I'm considered the weapons crazy paranoid hermit. And I'm loved anyway. I have great girlfriends. We can have different views on big issues and still love.
If I make a mistake with them I try to fix it and vice versa. If I feel like things are off it haunts me. But I tend to not say anything out of worry.
To me family tries. It is about making mistakes and then doing better. Maybe I have it wrong though.