Imagine you’re wearing your favorite yoga pants and t-shirt, sitting down with your coffee and proceed to open your Facebook. Then you choke when you see the announcement about the pending family reunion only six months away. There is no way you’ll lose 20 pounds in time, so you tackle a bag of cookies before it gets stale. And you wonder, how did six months already pass since the last reunion?!!
I just returned from my native state of Ohio, where the annual reunion includes all ages come together to reminisce, shake their heads at the rambunctious youngsters, and moan about new parking rules at the campground, the cost of ice cream and/or the loss of (fill in the blank).
I vaguely remember having a conversation that went something along these lines: “Kids can’t even play anymore,” they mumble. “I remember how we fell out of trees and rode our bikes without a helmet. I hit my head so many times I forgot my name. (knee slap & laugh) These children will never know how to have fun like we did.”
The old-timers (which I found myself a part of this year) nod and pontificate about the pending doom of society. Then someone’s truck radio begins playing a concoction of Country/Blue Grass and the mood changes. Even the kids hop off the swings, put down the corn hole bags, stopped painting rocks and began moving around in sporadic rhythms. Suddenly, we’re all children running up the hollow together again.
Even if you had some falling out, thought the kids stayed up too late or hated holding your nose in the campground bathrooms, you don’t want to miss the excitement and renewed camaraderie that could result from attending next years reunion.