Naomi Weisman is a Canadian-Australian and mother of three who loves to Ramble with her dog, cook for family and friends, and laugh whenever possible.
When people ask how many siblings I have, I can almost hear the record scratch in their minds when I answer: “Thirteen.”
Yes—Thirteen. From three sets of parents and two continents, an intricate constellation of original, biological, and step siblings, bound together by history, circumstance, and a whole lot of imperfect love. It sounds wild, I know. Sometimes it is wild. But it is also one of the most defining gifts of my life.
Growing up in a blended family meant living inside both the challenges and the magic of complexity. There were times when lines felt blurred, when a parent or stepparent overstepped without meaning to, or when loyalties pulled in different directions. There were stretches of silence after a sibling fallout, and moments when I wondered where exactly I fit within this giant, ever-shifting family map.
Blended families carry their own unique emotional architecture: the negotiations, the boundary lessons, the shifting roles, the pasts that collide with the present. It isn’t tidy. It isn’t linear. And it certainly doesn’t come with a guidebook.
But here’s the part people often forget: blended families also hold extraordinary possibilities.
Amid the hard moments are flashes of real connection—the shared jokes, the protective instincts that surface without thinking, the unexpected tenderness between siblings who technically “aren’t related,” but feel so woven into your story that biology becomes irrelevant.
There are chaotic holiday dinners, mismatched traditions, and the kind of loud, overlapping conversations that only happen in oversized families. And there are the quiet moments too—small glimpses of grace when someone shows up, softens, apologizes, or steps in when it matters.
What I’ve learned is that blended families live in the space between choice and circumstance. We don’t choose how we begin, but we often choose how we continue. Over time, we build something that is part inherited, part earned.
My family has stretched me—taught me about forgiveness, resilience, boundaries, and the beauty of expanding definitions of love. Even through the ups and downs, even through the messy years, there were moments of deep bonding that stitched us together in ways I’m still discovering.
When you grow up in a blended family, you come to understand that family isn’t simply the people who share your DNA—it’s the people who shape you, challenge you, and leave their fingerprints on the person you become.
My story is still unfolding with these thirteen siblings of mine, but I know this much:
from chaos came community, from complexity came compassion, and from the blending came a family that—though imperfect—has given me a bigger heart, a broader definition of love, and a lifetime of stories worth telling.
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So grateful to have found you Naomi, to be part of your family and share a role in your stories worth telling.
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