And the blessings of a large extended family…
Mama was the youngest of 9 children, and Dad was the youngest of 6. With that many aunts and uncles, most of whom had some kids, I’ve got cousins in abundance, some on Dad’s side whom I’ve never even met. And many of my cousins are clustered fairly close together in age, which means most of us are in or approaching our 50s. It hardly seems possible that we’re adults, let alone eligible for senior discounts!
A bit of wisdom shows up on social media from time to time which states, “Cousins are the first friends we have”. My history seems to agree with this statement. Before going to school or to Sunday school, my cousins were part of my life. And even though our lives have taken us far afield from one another, we are family. We share history, DNA and many of the same memories.
Our lives are busy, though, and it’s difficult for us to get together. Even the bunch of us who live in the same city don’t manage to see each other very often. And frankly, I’m just in closer touch with some of them than with others. Social media has been a real blessing, enabling us to have at least a little glimpse into each other’s daily lives and activities. I enjoy seeing what my cousins are doing, and what their children (my 2nd and 3rd cousins!) are up to.
About this time last year, I had the chance to spend a day with my Aunt Helen and my cousin Lisa, as well as sharing a meal with Lisa’s brother Mike and his daughter Haley. During the course of our visit, Lisa shared an old photograph with me. I think it is the only one in existence with this configuration of the cousins all together, and it’s a treasure I am thrilled to have. The picture was made at Lisa’s 8th birthday party, and I can only imagine the effort it took to get all of us kids to be still long enough to snap it!
Today another member of our group celebrates a milestone birthday, entering the world of senior discounts and AARP mailers. I don’t think of us that way though, at least, not most of the time. I think of those long summer nights playing Fox & Hounds, birthday parties with homemade ice cream, Barbies and army men and that old Fisher-Price barn that moo’ed when you opened the door.
I think of how young we were. How young we always will be, if only in memory.