I remember growing up how I couldn’t wait to get married and have my own family….but I did not realize the IMPORTANCE of family. It is more than a word or a description of someone….it is part of who you are. It is the DNA that is shared with these people, that helps to make you who you are…You spend at least 20 years with these people, sometimes wanting to ‘get way’ from these people, only to find out how truly important they are to you.
My sister is 6 years younger than me. While growing up, we were never really close, and when I got married, she was only in the 7th grade. I moved away, missed so much of her life, and since she has been married, she has lived abroad – off and on for the last 22 years. Through this time, we have found our closeness, a wonderful friendship and a REAL sisterly bond. There are times when I reflect on things that she shares with me and I realize that I missed SO much family time with her.
As we marry or move away, whatever the case may be, I have come to an understanding that even though you may begin your own family, the extended family should not be forgotten or removed. Get together and memories suddenly flood the conversation; realization of how much you have missed that person and sometimes, how much you don’t really know this person anymore.
My sister has four children and I have two. The good thing is that we found our way to friendship and family again so we could be a part of each other’s lives. Even though they were in Okinawa, Germany, and now in England, I know her children and she knows mine. They’re our extension to the future and our legacy. We have made a point to talk weekly and sometimes daily…to share our joys and sorrows…to lean on each other and know that we can really count on one another. We have watched our children grow up- although not together, we have been there via phone, skype, email, and a few trips in between.
Last week, Macke (a.k.a. Kim) and her family came home for a month’s visit. We met on Sunday to give our mom a surprise birthday party; she is now 69. I cannot tell you how much I enjoyed this…We have missed the bond of actually being physically present for so many holidays and celebrations. It was wonderful to be together.
As our children are now …ummm…pretty much grown….I realize that I will have to work very hard to keep in touch with all the kids. They will go out on their own, begin a new life, and one call to Macke won’t cover everyone. I recently read somewhere that to be wise and old, one must first be young and stupid. I am so glad that I finally made it at least to the ‘old’ part and wisdom is something I seek everyday!
It is hard to believe that our parents are 69 years of age…that my sister and I are in our 40’s, my children are married- hers are just getting to young adulthood. I have missed them. I am so thankful for the family that I have, not a perfect one, but they’re MY family…extended family and all….
We don’t cherish these relationships enough and we usually take them for granted. Thank you God for my family, the good and the bad times, the joys and the sorrows, the past, present, and future.