I Want This For My Kids

I want this for my kids.

And this.

And this.

I love my siblings and I love how much fun we have together. Our older brother passed away in 2009 and rest of us might only all be together once or twice a year, but when we are all together, it is going to be a good time.

I realize that not every family is like ours and I feel so lucky/blessed/whatever that we have what we have and I want my kids to have that too. (Only my kids will only have two siblings, not five!) Mark always jokes that we do not have friends, we have family, because 99% of the socializing we do is with family. (Mark’s family is the same as mine, only there are eight of them!)

I am not sure what has bonded us so strongly together. We shared a childhood of Friday pizza nights, eating popcorn and nightly gathering around the one TV we had, and annual trips to Wheatland and L’Anse. We did not have everything, but we had everything that mattered.

We definitely fought; mostly I fought with my sisters. I remember one time going nuts because my younger sister wanted to wear my shirt to school. I made her change her shirt but unbeknownst to me, she put my shirt in her backpack and changed once she got to school. The only problem was it was school picture day. We do not fight anymore and we share not only our own clothes, but our kids’ clothes as well.

I have learned so much from my siblings, mostly not to take everything so seriously (I am known as the fun police) and also that everything is funny. Eventually. I truly look forward to when we are all together and I am so grateful that we still do Friday pizza nights at our parents’. It is complete chaos when all of us and our kids are crammed into a small house, but even this type A girl has to love it.

I want my kids to be each other’s first friends and each other’s best friends. I have no idea what my parents did to cause us to have the relationship that we do (or if they did anything at all) but I want this for my kids.

Today, my boys were fighting and Sully bit Brady, causing an unexpected trip to the pediatrician. It is okay though, because everything is funny. Eventually. They were best friends two minutes later.

In Loving Memory Robert VanHamme 1/4/1974-12/29/2009

In Loving Memory
Robert VanHamme

About jillo31

I always wanted to write the great American novel. I've come to the realization that that may not happen. Instead, I'm going to write about my life as a working mom to three boys. I figure in ten years, I won't remember what these days are like. I want to record my everyday victories and struggles.
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