Last week I went to a family reunion for my mom’s side of the family. There were 80 people in attendance and that was only about half of us! My grandma and grandpa had eleven children and each of them had at least four children (one has 13!). And now that the grandkids are having children, the numbers are adding up quick.
I love that my parents parents taught them the importance of family and that my parents taught their kids the same (you don’t have to have a large family to do this). I grew up knowing that family came first and because of this I still place a priority on family, even if it is just the two of us for now. My mom shared a story about my grandpa that makes me tear up just thinking about it. This is just one example of how much he loved his family.
My mom was the oldest and remembers when she was young her dad sitting and talking with her at her bedside everyday after she woke her up. She remembers one time in particular that a new baby was about to arrive in their family, which was probably the fifth or sixth child. She remembers how excited and happy her dad was and instructing her how she needed to help out with the baby and her brothers when it arrived. She just remembers his face beaming in anticipation.
Isn’t that so sweet? You would think that after that many children (they weren’t even halfway there!) that he would have been slightly jaded but he was just as excited for the eleventh as he was for the first.
I’m look forward for the anticipated arrival of all my children and for teaching them what’s most important.