How interesting that I would come across an article this morning about the benefits of growing up with your cousins as I have been pondering that very sentiment for the last couple of weeks now.
By definition I am an only child. I am a single child issued of one man and woman who did not sire any other children.
That is however the ONLY instance in my life where the word “only” child pertains to me.
My mom and dad came forth from a family of 7 and 5 siblings. Those siblings had 23 children between them.
Both mom and dad were close to their brothers and sisters and consequently I was surrounded by the love, teasing, nurturing and general mayhem that was my birthright of ; if not a large family then certainly an “enlarged ” family.
I was submerged in a veritable army of children and parents from the time I arrived in this world kicking and wailing more than half a century ago.
We summered together, spent Christmas together, celebrated Birthdays together and traveled together. What a merry band we were!
I was blessed with a multitude of moms and self proclaimed brothers and sisters.
What is even more magical is we are all still friends, we still form a beautiful posse and the consensus is we would choose to spend time together even if we were not family.
I am proud that we still gather to this day and that our children also spend time together. I am a better person for having grown up with them .
I am NOT nor will I EVER be an