We each have one eldest son from our first marriages; 22 & 27, both who were local this year to spend time with us this holiday season. I have three, and he has two, from our second marriages. Mine: 17, 18, & 19 and His 9 & 11. Uniting our families one might feel was long overdue, yet we forged ahead with caution.
The traditional family, like my brother’s: One husband, one wife, and five children all raised together under one roof through good times and bad is admirable. My man and I though our own experiences with marriage are not interested in going it a third time and ’till death does us part’ seems as much a fable as ‘and they lived happily ever after’, although these are our expectations, we are not planning on going it before man and God.
Then there is the subject of family: brotherhood and sisterhood. The anticipated union, the laughter, the enjoyment of each others company, a long time awaited for (by me and by him), (by them?) under one roof, together in the tiny farmhouse at last. It will be a Christmas we will always treasure: Our new family.
Happy New Year!
It’s hard to know when it’s the right time, especially with the young ones. I always feared they may have felt excluded. I don’t know if the right time may have been long ago, I do know yesterdays gathering felt right. What has been your experience?