I am always intrigued by families, many of us, maybe even most of us, tend to speak about the strangeness of our families, or the unusual connections between different members of the families. So much so that I tend to doubt the existence of the so-called normal family. It’s not to be found in my life anyway.
For a whole complex variety of reasons, I have only recently met my extended maternal family, sadly it was instigated in the first instance by a funeral after the sad death at a young age of my cousin, may he rest in peace.
That funeral opened connections, and those connections continued thanks in a large part to social media platforms.
Happily, there are weddings also bringing us together, and yesterday was the second of those. I am fascinated to discover shared family traits and a whole history I didn’t know about. It’s a wonderful adventure to learn more about cousins – what their tastes are, what their jobs are and so on.
I am intrigued by my need to find shared traits though, I made it to my mid-forties not knowing if our need to get up early is a family thing – it is. Or if a stubborn insistence in some of my immediate family to challenge authority is a maternal or paternal heritage – maternal it seems. But listening to stories of cousins and aunts and uncles, I am keen to find patterns. I want to find me in the stories and the faces.
But much more than being intrigued, I am overwhelmed by their welcome to me. And looking forward to forging more connections and finding more family links. Now I need to organise a family party I think. I think it could be chaotic, I know it will be loud (that is definitely maternal heritage), but I am also sure that it will be great fun.
Here’s to family.