My family could not be more opposite from Sean’s. He’s got dozens of cousins, aunts, uncles and extended family all over Ontario on both his mom and dad’s side.
My parents came to Canada from Northern Ireland when my Mum was 19 and my Dad was 22. My Mum went back to have my oldest sister and returned 8 weeks later.
Her sister – my aunt – followed suit and came to Canada 7 years later.
The rest of the family stayed put in Belfast.
My parents carved out a nice life for my sisters and I by working hard and sacrificing alot. Like having family in close proximity. We saw our grandparents only during the summer. We saw our extended family only the summers they came out or we went there.
We were lucky enough to have my Mum’s sister and her family here, auntie, uncle and two cousins. And girls too! We spent many, many Sundays with them for dinner and every Christmas with them, alternating years at our place and theirs.
(DO NOT JUDGE WARDROBE! This was ’93 and my sister was pregnant with her daughter – who starts university in exactly one month)
Around that same time my middle sister moved out west to BC when she was 18 for university and planted her roots there. She became an teacher, met her husband and had a daughter.
This past Monday we got the whole gang out again. Everybody.
It was an amazing day. The weather. The company. The time spent together.
I wish we could do it more often.
Although…I wondered as I reflected on the day if I would take for granted our special little (maybe not so little anymore) family in Canada.
Can’t ask for much more than that, can you?