I am an only child, though my extended family is fairly large…in theory. I have twelve cousins, ranging in age from four to twenty-three years older than me. I wasn’t raised with them, and until recently hadn’t seen many of them since I was three. We never did big family holidays. Growing up, my parents and I would head south every few years to visit my uncles/aunts/cousins. I continued to make the trek as an adult as an attempt to connect with people I’m supposed to be close to. A few days every few years…that’s what family is to me.
I married into a larger family, and gained a couple of siblings and eventually nieces and a nephew. Not to mention a whole bunch of cousins who actually spent time together! We had to set the table for more than thirty people on Christmas. But when I divorced I not only lost a husband, I lost my family.
So, I had the theoretical big family and the temporary big family, but not the movie version of the big family I always wanted. You know, the everyone heading to the grandparents for a holiday meal/playing football in the yard/women washing dishes while the men watch sports/singing songs around the piano version. Seriously, where’s the scriptwriter for my life? Please edit me into one of those families!