Saturday, May 8, 2010

All in the Family

We are a dysfunctional lot at best. The five of us. Not the five of us individually. And not the five of us in pairs (depending on who comprises the pair). And not the five of us if at least two of the under-18 crowd is under the weather.

But for the last 24 hours or so and for the next 24 hours or so, all is fun. There is something about a campground -- particularly a campground with only 16 sites out of 200+ occupied -- that sets us up for togetherness of a not-excruciatingly-painful nature.

Sitting around the campfire, we learn of brilliant scores on history tests, of kudos from a non-teacher about writing skills, of the dreams of one to be a pop star and another to be a great goalie (or a teacher but "don't worry, Mommy, I'd never want to be president of the United States")*, of the fears of a parent dying and leaving young children and of another parent outliving the children and of a child worried about the campground murderer coming.

(That girl had it coming, the scaredy cat, she asked for a ghost story and I told a GREAT one. Only I ended up sleeping with the two younger children because, Oh Em Gee!)

There has been frisbee playing and bouncy house jumping and breakfast and camp store sojourns and dirt and dust and gophers.

If I were to die and leave young children behind, I would hope they would remember these moments, the moments when even Eldest will say, freakin' aloud, "I couldn't be happy if Youngest weren't alive."

*Are we teaching that kid right, or what?


Tara R. said...

isn't it great to just get away as a family and learn to have fun together again?

Jeni said...

As the old, big Mama now, of a very dysfunctional family (older daughter says in some medical book somewhere our surname is listed as the answer to the meaning of the word, dysfunctional) your post brings me great comfort. Just knowing my three kids, three grandkids now too and I are not alone in the dysfunctional category. I worried for years that when my kids became adults that they wouldn't associate with each other, because as children they often seemed to hate each other. But thankfully, that worry proved not to be something they would do as today, they are very close, very tight-knit and each will do anything they can to help the other. If one needs, they are there, to try to come to the rescue. Maybe being dysfunctional has a darned good side to it after all!

mayberry said...

Sounds like a most excellent Mother's Day weekend!

Lori said...

Nice. Glad you had fun. My older one wants nothing to do with my younger one, I can only hope in years to come that they end up being friends. Or at least able to communicate with each other.


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