An Appreciation

April 6, 2005 at 12:55 PM (family)

Cautionary Label: The following is a personal reminiscence. If your stomach turns at sappy affectionate writing, take a pass on this post. I’ll be back to snarking later.

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I’m in my early twenties I suppose, and he is an indeterminate age. This little blond crazy kid in the lake with me. We are in the water, ankle deep in cool mud, attempting a game of “King of the Hill” on water rafts. He is full of energy, laughing and screaming in a falsetto voice when a nickname pops out of his head. “Good and Gracious.”
There had been a discussion of names earlier, and their meanings. Probably around a dinner table. I had indicated that my first name meant “God’s gracious gift.” Somehow, that mutated into his calling me “Good and Gracious.”
Well, if goodness and graciousness apply to anywhere it is his family’s house. My aunt’s home.
Whenever I ride into the driveway the “Leave it to Beaver” jingle pops into my head. He and his vivacious younger sister had a really safe, loving supportive growing up, in a place so positive it makes one wonder just where the TV cameras are. My aunt made her home open, often, even embracing my late husband with enthusiasm and friendship even though he was prickly, and sometimes difficult.
Then there’s my uncle, the secret weapon of the household. He hugs everybody, smiles at everybody and is the easiest person to talk to I’ve ever met.
I loved hanging around watching them grow. They learned to love Star Trek from me and from their mother. (Significant others take note: It’s all mine and my aunt’s fault. Blame us.) My cousin Karen, gleefully sipping a lime float across from my grandfather in a snack shop. Or, even earlier at four months old, bald headed and oblivious, getting her first taste of the water. Or her older brother Scott almost reluctantly part of a show choir at thirteen or so, but not too much later positively at home on the stage. His sister followed him to the footlights and beyond and is now making Disney cruises an even better time with her presence.
Scott has the best of all worlds: A loving partner, a job he loves by day, and local theater by night. Karen has found love too, after some bumps in the road. (He waited for her, and she found him again! Ah, romance. )
That was perhaps, the place where the difficult real world hit a hard intersection with the happiness and common sense of their growing up. Both of them have been pursued by some of the More Messed Up in this universe. Their skins are thicker for it, but I really wish they had been spared that. (Why do the true nutcases chase the sensible ones?)
I don’t have children, and the odds aren’t good. But I’ve had the good fortune to play older sister to two really great people. We’ve stayed close as they’ve become adults and I still love to watch them live out their dreams.
Our family is losing some of its best, as time moves ahead. But my good and gracious cousins are a family in and of themselves. I’m proud of them, and proud to call them family.

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