Now in my senior years, I think I would like to be fighting with them about nothing. Argue about what holiday arrangements to make, lecture them as a big sister about their bad choices in relationships, shop and tell them what bad taste they have, threaten to tell mom what they don’t want her to know, stupid things like that.
My own son wants the family experience even in its crippled state. At first I cautioned him about how fortunate he was not to really have experienced any of my sad events. But I understand very well his heart when I can get his sister’s family and us together. Sometimes the nephews. There is comfort in the interaction even when it is a little too critical and rowdy. God knew what he was doing establishing a dynamic called the family.
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