Day 124/365 Childhood, Repeated

We spent the afternoon at Miskiania today. The girls and I were there with extended family.   It was our last day having John’s daughter, Megan, here visiting from Louisiana (three weeks flew by!). Lynette returned to us from two weeks in Peru, so it was a bittersweet day.

My mother, aunts, uncle, cousins and I sat on the beach watching the kids play in the pond for hours – having so much fun.

My cousin, Ellen, said to me, “Isn’t it amazing sitting here, watching our own childhood

My cousin Eric and I enjoying the same spot in the 70’s.

repeat in front of us?”

And it was.

There is something so incredible about maintaining family traditions – knowing my children are having the time of their lives – doing the same exact things with their cousins that I did with mine…and that my father did with his!

Times change, and sometimes the older kids need reminders about putting down their phones (which certainly wasn’t a problem for prior generations of kids, but seems inescapable these days).

Interestingly, I think the less they have with which to keep them entertained (in terms of devices and stuff) the more fun they have…and the more they enjoy one another.

When you’re exhausted but don’t want to get out of the water.

When generation after generation of children can continue to enjoy the pond, the woods and each other – to the point of utter exhaustion…

It feels as though all is right with the world…or at least in this little heavenly slice of it.

{I don’t have a picture on hand of my dad, and his sisters and cousins, enjoying the camp as kids, but the photo below is the very first picture that my mother ever took of my father – and it was on her first trip to the camp when they were fifteen.}