It’s kind of weird because, growing up, I didn’t want anything to do with my family. I’d hide out in my room as much as possible when my older sister and brothers came to visit. I just didn’t feel like I was a part of them. I felt like an outsider–and my behavior ensured that I stay one.
It wasn’t until my mom was dying, and my sister (Heather), came to stay with us to help take care of Mom, that she and I really developed a friendship of lasting value. But I never really got that opportunity with my brothers who are 10, 12 and 14 years older than me.
So it’s strange to me that I’ve grown into this person who loves, needs, relishes, and craves family history, connectedness and love.
Since my family lives very far away–between 1600 and 3000 miles, depending on who I went to visit–I don’t get to fulfill those needs in person. So the next best thing is to celebrate my connection to my ancestors, every chance I get.
Even before our sons were born, David and I enjoyed going to Scottish festivals and doing family history research. My boys have grown up going to the festivals a couple time each year–it’s one of our favorite traditions. This weekend was the largest festival our area offers, with world Scottish Athletics competitions and Western US Pipe and Drum band competitions.
We stayed for hours and watched as much as we could. The Athletics and Bands held our attention so we missed all of the dance competitions, which was a bummer. This is what it looks like to see a pipe band competition. They march on, then take up a circle position with the drums in the middle.
Do you guys have any fun summer traditions that help you feel closer to your family?