Growing up, I was lucky to have so many cousins.
I had fun cousins. Older cousins, bigger cousins.
Girl cousins and boy cousins. Near and far cousins.
Cousins that I knew well, others not as much, but when we got together, we were a rowdy bunch.
We went sledding and skating, played “duck-duck-goose,” built forts, staged plays and played…. hard.
We could play anywhere – in basements, barns and bedrooms.
Our mothers kicked us outside so we kicked the can, played tag in the barnyard, ran around and came back breathless and red-faced to share the kids table, practice our choir songs, tease, laugh and cheer each other on.
So I get it.
I get it how a herd of kids at a family gathering – related through various branches of the same tree – can meet up again and immediately friendships are formed.
Hands are held.
Toys are shared.
Secrets are whispered.
Hugs are given and love is in the room.
“At Christmas, cousins are the presents under the tree.”~ Karen Decourcey
Did you grow up with cousins? Do you remember the ‘kids table?’
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