My mother had 5 brothers and my dad had 3 brothers and 2 sisters. To say I had a few cousins is an understatement! Occasionally some of them lived close to us but more often not. However, it seems to me that we did a lot of visiting and playing – maybe it just seems that it was often because a child has no concept of time. I remember putting quilts on the ground and each one was a pretend house where we lived with our dolls. I remember playing cowboys and indians and not caring which side we were on because both were fun. There’s a warm feeling of comfort with cousins. Even when you’re adults.
I have 8 grandchildren. They are almost in two bunches – one group’s ages are 21, 18 and 17. The other bunch are 11, 10, 8, 3, and 7 months. This week the younger bunch spent some time at my house with each other.
And don’t tell anyone but the two oldest cousins came to help out. Shhhhh……
Extended families keep us grounded. They are a safe harbor. They allow you to just be who you are. I wish my grandchildren lived next door. Well, maybe not next door but in my neighborhood. At least in my neighborhood. All of them, in my neighborhood. What a joy that would be!