This was a very special vacation…Family Reunion vacation. My mom has always worked hard to make FAMILY very important. I am one of four girls, my mom is one of four kids, her mom was one of 5 (I think). We have lots of family and are spread all over the country. When we were little, we always had Thanksgiving and Christmas dinner with my mom’s sister and her 4 kids, Christmas Eve and Christmas morning with my Grandma and Grandpa and great aunts and, later on, we hosted an Easter party where cousins came from far away to camp in our back yard for a weekend. I was the first of the sisters/cousins to have a child. When Bug was three and Dude was 9 months old, my mom hosted the first official Family Reunion at her house in Los Osos, CA. This began an every two or three year tradition, ranging from Los Osos to Idaho to Seattle to Maine and around and around. It was so important for us that our kids grow up knowing their cousins. We managed so successfully that the cousins are really good friends in real life.
All that said, reunions have always been enormously stressful occasions. We stuff 15-25 people into a little space for a week or two, cook (this was the first reunion where we weren’t split pretty evenly between vegetarians and carnivores) eat, sleep in very close quarters, share bathrooms, talk talk talk…that talk often leads to hurt feelings or bright flashes of anger, hard to manage in such a small space. It never ceases to amaze me how love really does conquer all…when everything is said and done, we are family and we love each other.
Ahhhh…sappy, but true.