But the one constant in life is change, as we all know, and Nola's uncle, our son, is moving back, with his very pregnant wife, to build a family life in another island city from ours. They own a home there which they've rented out while they took on different positions within their respective companies, but as much as they've enjoyed getting to know the bigger city and being closer to some of the family, they miss a broad and deep social network they enjoyed in City # 3. And, of course, their own place, which they've already begun imagining with its second bedroom transformed into a nursery. . . .
Hattie (trying on a hat, appropriately, discovered in the outerwear piled on the bed by guests at a recent gathering) will miss her aunt's gentle play, her uncle's teasing. . . .
And young families need to forge their own way (we moved a two days' drive from our families when we were about the same age; those seven years in a small northern town forged our family in many important ways.). . .
We'll just have to work a bit harder at gathering the tribe at one of the three points of a triangle of cities. So that the two little ones below, one sitting happily in her uncle's lap, another in her mama's belly, can hang out under tables and tell silly jokes. Soon our three little girls pictured here will be joined by two more cousins and our clan will perhaps spread out even further.
This is the season, isn't it, of family gathering? I'm curious: do you see much need to facilitate the connections in your family? Who takes on that role? My father used to phone, often, to remind me that it was this brother or that sister's birthday. It used to bemuse me, his habit, especially since I was actually quite good about remembering all those dates, but now I understand better what he was doing. Did your parents nudge you and your siblings together? And was that a good or an annoying thing? Do you do something similar for your own young folk? Or, if you're still "the young folk," do you like the social management or would you like us to "just back off"? I know, I know, you're out there braving the hordes for one last gift, picking up an important ingredient for that Christmas Eve specialty. But if you have a minute, I'd love to read your thoughts. Happy pre-Christmas weekend! And son. . . . Happy Moving. Take Care. Momma loves you!