You're right. I'm a divorced mother of two sons I raised on my own. 78 years old now. A lot of things my mother told me when I was younger, she was absolutely right about.
I was the only one of three daughters who had children. My only brother, a U..S. Army Vietnam Vet and his wife adopted twin boys at 3 months, and a 10 year old girl. 15 years into their marriage, my sister-in-law became pregnant. My niece was only 14 when he passed away. She's been married for 20 years now, has two sons who are in college, and twin 16 year old girls. She has a great husband too. My sister-in-law lives with my niece and her family. I wish my brother had lived long enough to see her married and meet his grandchildren.
I never knew any of my grandparents. They had all pass by the time I was born in 1947. I always felt like I missed out on alot by not knowing them. My father came as an 8 year old from Holland with his parents and two brothers. My mother came to the U.S. from Canada with her divorced mother and her older brother. My niece and her family, along with my sons are the only family I have left.
Family is precious. I’m glad you at least have some family still with you.