There’s very little, when you hit it right, that feels as good as hanging with family, where an inherent comfort, familiarity, and love flows as smoothly as a running river. Needless to say, this is not always the case – AND – these feelings can change from one experience to another even with the same group of people.
But this past weekend, I was lucky enough to have that kind of family time with my brother, sister in law, one of my nieces, and three of my four children. A boyfriend and girlfriend joined us, who felt like family too. Our time together was easy, active, enjoyable and relaxed. We hung out on a sailboat, walked along the beach, clammed and made a phenomenal clam dinner and showered in an outdoor shower with sun shining on our faces. We sat in Adirondack chairs looking at green lawns and blue waters. We talked about our pasts and presents and laughed a lot. I love my family, and feel an enormous pride in our relationships with one another as well as the relationships our children have with their cousins. There is something peculiar to, and special about, families. On some level (if we are lucky) we get to work through issues with a stronger sense of safety and a shared history. At least, that is my take.
Six people from our original three siblings and their families were missing from this weekend’s festivities. We are hoping to take another stab at this next year, and get everyone. Regardless, the experience was a nurturing one, one we will remember for a long time, and a step in the right direction.